According to NPR, our teachers are getting old. High school teachers. Hmmm.

I wanted to be a high school science teacher. The job seems pretty cute in many regards. The only obnoxious part would be teaching the same thing 8 times a day – or so I thought. Then there are the students, which you can no longer discipline without getting sued. Then there are the parents, who appear to have the ability to hover around the school criticizing your teaching. A mix of over protective parents and Laissez-faire parents gives a body of apathetic or over eager students. I don’t know if it’s ever been much different though.

The politics of elementary education are no worse than the politics of… well… any education. You always worry about funding and, even more shitty than that, you have no control over it. Grants come in the $1,000 range and last for a few weeks. As a PhD, you get paid, if you’re lucky, about $20,000 less than if you went into research academics. If you’re unlucky, that number could be as high as $40,000. Industry? Pfft. How does a $50,000 discrepancy between teaching at an Indianapolis high school and working at Eli Lilly strike you?

Being a High Schooler was fun, but it wasn’t free of vitriol toward a body of teachers paralyzed by a restrictive curriculum set by the state and money that simply didn’t exist. Our massive discount warehouse high schools, (mine having over 2,300 students and a few miles away, in the fine city of Indianapolis, North Central was busting out almost 4,000 students at the time) makes for enormous, unsupervised cliques of students which, by their very nature, had to be controlled through CCTV, restrictive schedules and lock downs, random drug searches with dogs and somewhat frequent “interviews” with the office. While I was largely left to my own devices by my high school, which was very well to do financially, the teachers wore both hats of educators and prison guards. My hustle to get out is dutifully noted in my high school transcript, which only contains three years worth of course work. (Like I say, I liked the life of a high schooler – I couldn’t stand the high school.)

To be a teacher these days requires more than just starry eyed optimism, it requires blind idealism.

In all, I wouldn’t do it. That noise is for chumps.