22/10/2010 by Sarah Ritchie
I used to wonder why teachers would ever want to stay teaching.
My husband, Simon, has been in education for most of his career. I would observe his long hours of preparation and marking, the extra-curricular time expectations and disciplinary headaches. After being acquainted with many teachers I decided I never wanted to be a teacher myself. Funny how life can change!
Teaching a night class of adult students is vastly different to teaching 15 year old “walking hormonal attitudes”, but I still had many flashes of the thought “if it wasn’t for the money…”.
Now that my students have finished their diploma course I have caught an ember of that spark which keeps a teacher’s fire burning. The moment when you realise your students have been successful in their learning and that it may have been – in some measure – because of you; and the thought that you might have made a difference in someone’s world.
I suppose teaching is a little like giving birth. Once your baby is born, the months of carrying the baby and the pain of childbirth pales in comparison to the presence of the child, and – before long – you are willing to put yourself through the process all over agin. We could say to women “are you crazy?!”. We could say to teachers “are you crazy?!”. Both would probably say “yes, but it was SO worth it!”.