Kasz216 said:
About the same amount of education you need to be a microbiolgist.
Most of the jobs that require the same amount of education are really a lot harder.
Unless you disagree that a teachers job isn't as tough as things like microbiology.
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I have no idea how hard microbiology is. I'm sure it's tough.
Personally, I'm a fan of privatizing education... but let me just quickly touch on how hard teaching can be.
For a while, I was a high school English teacher for the Los Angeles school district (LAUSD), and it was a crazy miserable experience. My classroom had no janitor; just me. I say "my classroom," but it was also the classroom of the teacher who used it for an off-track summer school class during "my break."
The classroom was always packed, routinely more than 40 kids per class. There weren't enough desks, ever, and the administration was absolutely powerless to help. The teachers there had to resort to poaching desks from other classrooms on an ad-hoc basis. Bottom line, every semester I had at least a handful of kids on the floor.
Thank god it doesn't rain much in SoCal, but when it did rain, the roof would leak into the classroom, soaking about a fifth of the total classroom space. Reported to admin, never fixed while I was there.
Kids would come and go (i.e. moved classes, etc.) well into the semester, sometimes like 5 or 6 weeks in. Within any given class, they ran the gamut of ability. Some were classified as special needs, with an IEP, and sitting next to those same students were honors-level kids. Mostly, however, they were first or second gen immigrants with a spotty command of the English language and little-to-no interest in reading.
"Classroom management" was always the buzz word; teachers were prized, not on their ability to relate the content, but on their ability to "keep peace" in the classroom. During my first couple of weeks, an older teacher took me aside and scanned my rosters--he told me which students he recognized; which of them I would never get through to; and which to avoid confronting, in regard for my own personal safety. In one class, one semester, I had to routinely let a kid out early to meet with his parole officer.
Those instances I did try to "discipline" were usually undermined by the student's family. At one point, I was lectured by the older sister of one of my students who came to my class to cuss me out (within earshot of her four little kids, all of whom she brought along) because she knew her sister was a good kid, and didn't deserve detention.
And all of this doesn't actually touch on the difficulties of teaching English, and there are a few, even under the best circumstances. And I never had the best circumstances. Due to budgetary restrictions, and district guidelines, our reading list was fairly set in stone. For 10th grade English, for instance, we had to read Macbeth. My classes were routinely filled with children who had a hard time constructing standard paragraphs--they were not ready for Shakespeare--but that is how we spent our time. We would read Macbeth aloud and I would help parse the meaning for the few who kept their heads off the desks. (To have them read by themselves, or as homework, was to fail the classes almost without exception; any work you wanted done had to be supervised.)
Many of the teachers I knew routinely went to bars after the teaching day. While I usually just went home, I think I understood why--the whole experience was pretty soul-crushing, and I would spend most of my nights off trying not to think about the classroom, and failing.
It's possible that my experience was atypical, or that I was somehow specifically unprepared to deal with it. I dunno. All I know is that it was the hardest job I've ever had.