till something better comes along

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till something better comes along
By TheresaB

I am in my fifth year. I do not have a masters. I am still paying off student loans. If I got a masters, who knows how long I would have to do this. I took this job so I could spend time with my kids. They are sick of
sitting in my classroom while I have meetings, getting up at 6:00 and me having to leave for conferences, PTO meetings, carnivals, performances. I can't go with them on field trips. I can't volunteer in their classes. They don't get any more from me than if I worked 9:00-5:00. Plus what they get is a mom that is unhappy, stressed, tired, and burned out.
I love teaching the kids.

I hate the beaurocracy, the paperwork, the assuming I would wash toilets on Christmas day, because I have an open ended contract that says I do whatever, whenever. I get no respect from administration, students, parents, and my husband doesn't even understand that what I do is hard.
As soon as I figure out what I can do in a small town with a degree in education, I'm there. I only hope my children have better sense than to decide to teach.