I recently decided to resign from my teaching position. I have had enough of teaching - too much prolonged abuse, I suppose, from the students. Granted, most of the students are darling angels who love to learn, the few incorrigible ones prevent me from teaching. I've disappointed myself by not sticking with the program, but they've disappointed me as well. I have tried to be as consistent and perky as I could be, but it is difficult to motivate a class where 70% of the students are earning Ds & Fs. I just can't sustain a career in teaching if it's going to be like that. I want to be able to teach, not babysit, and all semester long I haven't found the answers to my dilemmas.
Maybe this is only a break from teaching. I don't know if I will return to this rewarding but thankless job. It is extremely worthwhile, and I love the relationships that I am able to form with impressionable and optimistic young people. But I encounter constant teenage angst - teenagers who can't articulate their thoughts, teenagers who can't control their mouth, teenagers who badger and pick on each other, teenagers who can't envision long-term goals.
Maybe I was meant to do something else.
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