What Happens When ALL the Teachers Leave?

In this blog, I will refer to teaching as a job, because that's what it is.

If you would do your job for free and think teachers should view the profession with only passion and little regard to the money that they need to survive - stop reading now.

Passion is what brought most of us to the classroom. Test-driven curriculum and politics are what have made it a job.

It has been five months since I wrote "Teaching is a Woman." - five months and I haven't missed a meal. I also haven't written a blog about education because I was afraid that I would be resented for making it to the other side. I didn’t want to insult my many colleagues and friends who have remained in an industry that I simply can’t stomach anymore.

I've been enjoying lower blood pressure, fewer anxiety attacks and the complaints by parents on social media feel a little less personal these days.

I do miss my students. I miss the laughs and the heart-to-heart conversations. I do, however, know that I made the right decision.

Opportunity has found me several times since I walked away from the classroom.

Like so many teachers, I did the job for so long that I almost forgot how marketable I am in the world outside of teaching. If my near 37 years have taught me anything, it’s not to sell myself short. As a teacher, you are skilled to do just about anything. Never forget that there is a CEO on a yacht right now who doesn’t know how to do what 90 percent of his workers are doing.

So many men and women have reached out to me over the last several months. What can I do? How do I get out?

I can't say this adamantly enough: I'm not advising any individual to walk away from his or her job. God knows I'm not able to help you pay your bills. I share my words as a single woman without the responsibility of children. Perhaps, if you don't work - you won't eat.

But if you suffer a stress related health issue that affords you a lengthy hospital stay - neither the district you work for or the state in which you are a public servant will go out of their way to help you emotionally, financially or mentally.

While you're out, the district may even employ a 19-year-old substitute with no work experience to sit at your desk and make nearly your daily pay because desperate times have helped districts find extra money for substitute incentives - extra money that never existed for decent teacher raises.

In conversations with educators from around the world – I’ve learned that many are holding on by a thread.

I’ve cried with single mothers who are struggling to pay for their apartments and homes with their teacher salary - mom’s who’ve had to use their 10 personal days when their school age children have gotten Covid. I’ve listened to a young man in his second year of teaching (second year teaching in a pandemic) who has had to postpone plans of moving from his parents home because although a first-year teacher salary is better than it once was – it’s still not much when nice apartments, (not an hour’s drive away from school) cost $1,600 and up. I’ve been on Zoom with a teacher who was forced to report to campus, while her son (who attends the same school) sat home alone with Covid.

My fear is that so many teachers will remain for too long out of a sense of obligation and responsibility to a job that will never fully appreciate them - and they will remain unhappy. They'll find themselves bitter and resentful, just like staying in an unfulfilling marriage for many years.

Maybe we need to let education fail. 

And before you ask, "what about the children?" - Allow me to remind you what is most important here in the State of Texas - Graduation Rates. The very superintendents “jumping ship” because of stress and opportunities to make a less stressful six figures elsewhere have for some time enjoyed bragging about the 90 plus percent graduation rates. It has far too often not been about what the students know. It is about them having a diploma in hand, whether they know what the real-world entails or not.

Superintendents can cry me a river.

The last convocation I sat in on - the superintendent looked out at thousands of teachers and suggested we couldn't possibly believe in God if we were afraid to teach during a pandemic.

I wouldn't advise you to ask me what I think of superintendents and their current "stress."

They make more than anyone in the district and have minimal contact

with students until massive amounts of teachers are sick and cameras are rolling.

There are some phenomenal students, who despite all the chaos around them will do any and everything educators ask of them. Many of the children coming from less than stellar homes do their very best at school. Children will be fine. They are very resilient.

Letting the Education Industry fail does not mean letting children fail, because if the truth is told - the Education Industry hasn't been about children for years. The adults within the schools, the underpaid and overworked adults in the schools have been about the children, and they are tired. 

If 70 percent of the teachers from every school district walked away tomorrow– what do you think the powers that be will do? They will replace them with adult bodies (substitutes, recent graduates, inexperienced individuals off the street with no immediate record of harming children) and don’t let them tell you otherwise. 

My trainer asked me just yesterday should I have a child; would he attend a public school. I quickly told her no, but then I had to backtrack. "I am a product of public schools," I began. And then I paused again. "I'm actually a product of my mother's home and an upbringing that included constant learning - so school was an exciting bonus for me." My child would be educated whether he sat in the very classrooms I did, learned from his computer in the living room or visited the pyramids he read about in his textbook.

For years, I’ve listened to outsiders complain about curriculum in schools – suggesting that teachers need to teach more life skills: balancing checkbooks, doing taxes, etc. Mind you, curriculum is usually mandated by a controlling power beyond the teachers. And then virtual learning rears its head and outsiders say, “students don’t learn that way and we need them back in school.” Now the teachers are sick and walking away – the outsiders say, “what about our children?”

For God’s sake – teach them yourselves and tell them to behave the eight hours they’re away from you.

This pandemic has shed so much light on all the darkness in our politicized realm of education. Yes, there are parents who would go above and beyond to thank teachers for caring about their children. And then there are parents who would leave their children with their teachers before sunrise and hours after the last bell if they could.

Eventually the teachers will all get tired.

More will walk away, and many will never look back. But the school doors will be open. There will be adult bodies standing at the doors, adult bodies in the hallways during passing periods and adult bodies to read (not teach or explain) material written inside of manilla folders. 

But the school doors will be open. 

Certifications, degrees and professional developments will become nonexistent. Mandated curriculum won't be creatively spiced up to keep the students engaged. Tutoring won't be a thing anymore. 

But the school doors will be open. 

The teachers will eventually get tired of being disrespected and they will all leave. 

Please write a lesson plan for that day. Include your objective, goals, assignment, materials needed and don’t forget your assessment.

Dear Students: WE ARE NOT THE SAME

By Ari Christine

This has been an especially tough week in education. Video after video surfaced of classroom teachers being assaulted by students. Educators around the country shared their personal experiences via social media of how they’ve been both subtly and blatantly disrespected in their classrooms. One teacher in Houston even killed himself in the classroom – his reasons of course are unknown.

This has just been a really tough week for so many educators.

No, I haven't been hit. No I haven't been spat on. No, I haven't been cursed out this week. Other teachers have, and my inbox full of painful testimonials and cries for help prove that this has been a tough week. 

I've broken my own rule and vented on Facebook. I know better. Most of the complaints of a teacher go in one ear of the non-teacher and out of the other, because all they can think about is the fact that we have the summer months off.

Hopefully my venting hit loudly to my friends and followers, because I'm the fun teacher. I'm the one students tend to like. They often hurry to my class and we laugh throughout the day, while working. I typically complain about the structure of public education and not my students. Nevertheless this has been a tough week for me as an educator, because it has been a week of realization about this profession.

I was a great student. Preschool through four years of college, I was a great student. Several of my colleagues can say the same. It's very hard to be a teacher today if you were a great student just 10 to 20 years ago.

Let me explain.

The school system has never been perfect. Students have never been perfect, but there once was a clear distinction between teacher and student. We live in a culture now where students consider themselves equal to adults. They want the same respect. They want to be held to the same esteem. They don’t want to be held responsible for “student things.” They want an explanation for everything. They want to be able to pick and choose what work they do.

Hold your rebuttal please.

Students absolutely deserve to be respected and treated as human beings, but children are not equal to adults. Get this out of your head and encourage your young people to do the same. By that nonsensical logic, adults with families, with experience, with college degrees, with responsibilities and with knowledge that they are willing to share via TEACHING are equal to children who wait for a school bell, which tells them when they can walk in the hallway. WE ARE NOT THE SAME.

On many campuses, students who just refuse to attend or participate in class are allowed to simply take the course on the computer. Many will say, “They’re just bored.” Well, where exactly is the much-needed lesson on accountability when we remove students from any environment that bores them? The K-12 experience does not last forever, but learning discipline and appreciating roles that compliment one another are crucial for our future society. It’s okay for students to be bored every once in awhile. Believe it or not – teachers get bored too. People so far removed from the classroom often give us our curriculum and many mandates for instruction. We attend more meetings, workshops and trainings than we need.

Some people will confuse the student who questions adults as being an inquisitive student. Newsflash: There is a difference between asking someone a question and questioning someone. I’ll just leave that alone for you to think about over the weekend.

Learning to communicate with adults can’t be a lesson that is the sole responsibility of the teacher. If you are a parent and the “huh,” “yeah” and “whatevers” are acceptable in your home – you are part of the problem. If the same children you feed, clothe and take on vacation are allowed to gripe and moan to you about cleaning up their room; if they get to tell you not to worry about them being on their phone so much; if they are allowed to walk out of the house and down the street whenever they choose – you are creating the sense of entitlement that many of them stuff into their backpacks and pockets when they enter the schools and our classrooms.

If my mama doesn’t tell me to take out my earbuds – neither can you. If my daddy doesn’t have a problem with me texting – neither should you.

If you believe that hitting a teacher is the only way a student can be disrespectful, you are sadly mistaken. It’s a culmination of apathy, the lack of communication skills and behaviors that promote a belief that student and teacher are on the same level that drives teachers away from the profession.

There was a time when students were ticketed for cursing in school. “Fuck,” “Bitch,” “Shit,” “Damn,” “Nigga,” fills the halls of many campuses now. For some students, it doesn’t matter if the 85-year-old substitute is standing in the doorway of her classroom for the day, or the familiar teacher from last year is two feet away – when they feel like cursing, they curse. This is especially agitating for many educators, because guess what – we know how to curse too, and most of us are pretty good at it. Should we let a few words fly, the punishments (varying by district) can be brutal.

Understand this - most of us don't fear being hit by a student. We're not nervous around your children. And we aren't the least bit intimidated by the so-called "tough kids.”

Teachers used to be sacred. Teachers used to be highly revered and overly respected – the good teachers and the not-so-great teachers. It didn’t matter the skill set, the personality or the years of experience – teachers were public servants that were not to be disrespected. While we are so far removed from that culture, we can return. Setting such a tone, however, will require the help of multiple parties.

This is not a lesson to mock parenting, but hopefully it can encourage some introspection for parents. My mother is a teacher, and was actually my English teacher in the 12th grade. Ms. Talton was able to teach me without issue, because of how Beverly raised me.

All is not lost for the students without support systems. Ironically, in my experience these aren’t the students who stir the pot and cause trouble in the classroom. The bottom-line is that the community of adults must go back to correcting poor behaviors. School cannot be the only place for correction and repercussions for bad actions must come from all directions. The foundation for most problems in our schools is the battle for equal ground. Students, ALL students must realize and respect the distinction between teacher and student. We were students once. We’ve earned the title “adult/teacher.” Young people must bring honor to the title “student.”

The hope is that one day, teachers like myself won’t have to pour out our hearts about disrespect, but can instead brag about and highlight the sweet students, who are actually throughout each campus willing and ready to learn. They do exist.