Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Teachers
A couple of years ago, I went back to high school.
No, my life is not like a bad movie on the Disney Channel. I actually found myself, after nearly 30 years, back on a couple of high-school campuses. I was at one school to teach dual-enrollment college classes and at another (my son’s school) to help out as a volunteer coach.
What I discovered is that I’m glad I don’t have to spend all of my time at high schools. My decision to become a college professor instead of a school teacher was, in retrospect, the right one. In fact, I’ll go a step further and say that I hope none of my kids becomes a high-school or grade-school teacher, even though I know at least one of them is thinking about it. I’d much rather they chose a career where the working conditions are slightly less stressful and stifling, such as TSA agent or pro-western journalist in Iran.
Don’t get me wrong: Teaching at any level is a noble profession. Some might say it’s not a profession at all but rather a calling. I just pray that if my kids get the call for a high school, they don’t pick up.
I haven’t always felt that way. There was a time when I would have been pleased for my children to become teachers — even though teaching is a relatively low-paying profession and an often thankless job. But I used to think the drawbacks were more than offset by the intellectual stimulation and respect that teachers enjoyed, not to mention cut-rate cafeteria lunches.