Thank you for writing that post. I love my students dearly. When I was preparing to leave my 3rd and 4th graders for maternity leave, it nearly broke my heart. I knew I would love my own child even more that I loved them and that was so completely overwhelming I was afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it. I've since changed grades and have the same kids as 7th and 8th graders this year. They are like family to me.
But of course I've complained about them too. I've struggled with them. I've struggled FOR them. And that's what makes the love stronger. Another teacher I know lets off steam about stressful days in a really judgemental way. Sometimes it makes me uncomfortable listening to how she talks about people. But then I go into her classroom while she's teaching and realize that she vents safely and discreetly to adults she trusts so that she can have the best of her available for her students. Every afternoon as the kids leave her room she gives each one a hug and tells them she loves them. And she means it.
Teaching is a stressful profession. Teachers complain and vent and cry about their jobs, just like everyone else. But blizzard babe is right--most of us really do care deeply about all of our kids.
But of course I've complained about them too. I've struggled with them. I've struggled FOR them. And that's what makes the love stronger. Another teacher I know lets off steam about stressful days in a really judgemental way. Sometimes it makes me uncomfortable listening to how she talks about people. But then I go into her classroom while she's teaching and realize that she vents safely and discreetly to adults she trusts so that she can have the best of her available for her students. Every afternoon as the kids leave her room she gives each one a hug and tells them she loves them. And she means it.
Teaching is a stressful profession. Teachers complain and vent and cry about their jobs, just like everyone else. But blizzard babe is right--most of us really do care deeply about all of our kids.




I complain, but I just can't help myself. I keep going back for more. It's, like, in my blood or something. Even when I think "this is driving me crazy," deep down I love the little stinkers.





And I totally agree that there are some bad teachers out there. And sadly it keeps some really good ones from getting jobs.
Her supervisor got involved, the University got involved, and nothing could be done about it.
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