Do teachers care too much?

I’ve been writing, reading and researching teacher workplace learning with the aim to problem solve why new and good teachers are leaving the profession in droves. It’s very easy in that particular space to always be looking at the policies and the programs; however in the last couple of days I’ve had some interactions with teachers (not involved in the research) that might shed a further complexity.

Do teachers care too much?

By wearing their hearts on their sleeves for kids are they running themselves into the ground with emotional exhaustion? One of the teachers I spoke to was retired and very bluntly told me that uni actually does a fine job at preparing new teachers for the policy and curriculum side of the profession. Lesson planning, curriculum interpretation, inclusiveness expectations are covered, but how often do we sit down and say “it’s tough, really tough”?

I sometimes think I sense a panic underneath the beautiful professional learning sharing on EduTwitter. It’s almost like everyone is ignoring the massive elephant in the room: no strategy works if you or any of the kids are having a shit day. Often a shit life.

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I remember very clearly sitting in a liaison meeting at a school with a bunch of preservice teachers (PSTs) last year and being hit with their shock at how the teachers talked about the students. They said things were being said like “They won’t try so don’t even bother”, “That kid never shows up. She is a lost cause.” This talk confused the PSTs no end. Their young enthusiasm was being dealt a massive blow. Their hearts were breaking all over their sleeves.

By the end of that prac, each student came to my office to have their reports signed. I asked them how prac ended up. Fantastic all around. The school was great. The kids were great. The teachers were so committed to the school. I wondered if the earlier talk was simply a coping mechanism.

I know I  built a massive fortress around my heart working in many schools and the prestige of the institution makes no difference. I remember a Year 12 independent school boy coming to my class with a heart palpitation monitor on because he had exams, Queensland Core Skills (QCS) and Australian Junior Rugby try outs all in the same fortnight.

I remember the refugee kids that have been tortured, brutalised and malnourished. This year I met a young man who had been tortured and forced to watch people be disemboweled. He is 5. A Year 8 Bosnian boy in the early 2000s who wouldn’t be taught by women.  A 22 year old Sudanese man in Year 11 English Communications who hated that his fellow students resisted their schooling.

I remember the verbally violent boy in Year 9 that we could do nothing with. His parents were in and out of jail.  The one time his father was called to the school, the man lifted the boy up by his throat, threw him against a wall and beat the shit out of him at school. We called social services, he went to live with his mum who hid drugs on him regularly during police raids because he was underage and couldn’t be body searched. I remember the Deputy telling the boy that if he didn’t want us to call his dad, he needs to not give the school cause. The strategy worked.

I remember the other Year 9 boy that got drunk at a party and ran out in front of a car and the Year 8 boy who dropped dead of an aneurysm during cross country.

I remember the Year 11 girl that told me if I called social services for the belt welts across her stomach, she would run away from home. Her sister was removed because of a call the school made and was now a heroin addict in the group home. She preferred the belt to the drugs.

I remember cuddling my Year 12 student’s baby so she could concentrate on her final exams.

I can still remember the dread that sets in when students far too young know far too much about sex. The girl that lost her virginity got raped on schoolies by two classmates and had it plastered all over Facebook, while she pretended she’d consented.

The list could go on and on and on.

Maybe what teacher education lacks is a warning. That the profession makes you cry. That the intense desire to work with kids is reinforced by the heartbreak. We know what our duty of care is to these children and their cases are moved on to people far more qualified. But there are only so many times your heart can break without needing professional help to debrief. The local pub on Friday is good but far from enough. Social workers and psychologists are required to have such professional “supervision” (or debriefing with a professional counselor) for 10 hours every year plus extra with their peers. Teaching is tough. We need to stop hiding it.

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2 thoughts on “Do teachers care too much?

  1. Hi Naomi…it is an interesting area. The frustration of care is that in a linear (same-age) system like school, care is not designed in as assumed and so runs ragged with people’s emotions…everyone loses. Happy to explain if you’ve time…I think it might fascinate you…my work with 100s of schools reveals the same pattern everywhere…a debilitating sadness and frustration…all to do with management of course!!

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