Four years ago I quit teaching. I spent two years away, feeling strange every time the school year started without me. Strange, but not bad. Then, life happened, and I dove back in. A new school – very different than the last. For a year I was really happy. It was hard, but it was great. That’s what I thought, but it didn’t take more than a few weeks into the second year before the uneasiness set it. Five weeks in and I was desperately job searching. In retrospect, it seems so odd. I was so sure that first year back that I would stay, and then SO sure within weeks of starting the next year that I would never return.
So I’m leaving teaching. Again. It’s hard to give up something you’ve always wanted. I think I’m a pretty decent teacher. I LOVE the kids. I love the interactions with them and the relationships I build with them. I love watching all those light bulb moments. I love seeing them learn to think in new ways. I do not love the entitled parents. I do not love the way administration bows down to those entitled parents. I do not love the way society demands accountability and ties my evaluation to that via testing, and then opts out their child from that testing and completely screws me over. I do not like the direction education is going.
I have enough time for a whole new career, so I’m going to take a huge leap of faith and try something new. Again.
This is a terrifying thing.