I have to vent today- I am fed up with this teaching job. 13 years is long enough. I am on my way to my masters in a completely different field, but in the mean time to feed my face and my husband and my Dog, I must push forward for a little while longer.
I made the comment to my husband as I drove him to work, that I wonder if the many of the childfree families are in or were in education or something directly working with kids?
I am to the point I can't stand to look at them. I want to speed through school speed zones and I have hateful feelings towards all the little kids walking home with a backpack to full to carry. Latch key kids- at 7 years old left alone in a city of wild crazy people. But they are doing the best they can- we should feel sorry for them. Nope- not me, you had a choice- that was before you made a kid. Now you can never go back and be like me, so do right by your kid.
I teach 8th graders at a majority minority school; most of you would turn around and leave promptly upon your arrival at our school doors. I am subject to more crap than any person would think a teacher would be.
I have chosen to remain childfree, although I have not always felt this way, my husband has always been highly enlighten and did not want them. We just got the you are finally sperm free clearance today from the lab after his summer VAS. We are serious about no kids.
They are not cute, they are not wonderful to be around, and they don't keep me young. All things that people smile and say to me when the discover I am a teacher, I usually hide the fact if possible. No, I don't get great joy out of teaching them stuff- helping form them into worker bees. Nope, not me. I get a headache on most days, or a whiff of smelly never bathed kids- or pens thrown at my head (oh, but he is from a troubled home they say) **CK that, I like my eye ball to much to feel sorry for some MOOOOO that spread her legs and now it is our responsibility to pay her kids way with our tax dollars, while he is a problem too. I am sorry you MOOOOOO that you baby daddy left your butt for another butt to make more babies and now you don't have enough money to buy your self a pair of shoes- that is why you scuff down the hall in dirty pink slippers( but your smokes are name brand). Oh- you poor Mooooo your mother has to take care of your kid as you are strung out on crack and no where to be found. Oh- but the joys of pregnancy- I am sure you enjoyed everyone telling you how cute you looked and what a miracle. And what a cute name aquanentta or shqawwn was. Now they sit in my class all 40 of them and I can't help but wonder how happy you are that they are here- a break for you- as you catch up on the soaps. Oh- and all those parent conferences that you sit at telling me why your kid is an ass( I should understand this or that) and should not have to do their work, and why they need extra help oh and could I please help you parent because you don't know what else to do. Face it you are a bad parent and your kid will just continue to cycle.
That dazed and glazed look that most parents have on Saturday at Target (someone mentioned it in a post on here some time ago). I have that look as I drive home, my mind numb and angry. But I walk into my quiet home, clean and neat. I turn my music or TV shows on, sit down with a cup of tea and do what ever.
So parents when you feel sorry for me because I will never know the joys of parenthood, I say good for me. You will never know the feeling of the mental anguish and fog of being around children, clearing away and living life again. I know both worlds, you never get to turn off the noise or the mental confusion.
I am childfree- and FREEEEEEE is the word. And soon I will be free of all contacts with kids; I will be more than just a slave to these disrespectful young jerks.
Ok- can you tell I had a day from hell? Just needed to vent to people that will understand. Thanks for listening to a long Rant