Stereotypical (non-American) high school teacher. I run on coffee and stress, my fingers are permanently coated in marker dust, I own a dozen laser pointers (non of them work) and hate grading papers. I can make a barely passing grade feel like a medal or a 95 feel like a gut punch. I can silence an entire classroom with a glare and make you love my favorite book. I tear up as my students graduate, heard every I-swear-I-had-my-homework-here story and written more report cards than I can count.
After 20 years of teaching I feel somewhat worn-out, and I am always complaing about kids talking too much, cell-phones, tik-tok trends, over-protective parents, bratty teenagers and school budgets. Still, I wouldn't do anything else in the world.
After 20 years of teaching I feel somewhat worn-out, and I am always complaing about kids talking too much, cell-phones, tik-tok trends, over-protective parents, bratty teenagers and school budgets. Still, I wouldn't do anything else in the world.