I thought what I hated the most in teaching was the grading part. Nope, I had forgotten the administrative documents to fill out when the end of the academic year approached.
That's worse than grading.
If you see me shitposting a lot this afternoon, you'll know why (I'll be trying to keep my sanity or on the contrary, I'll be losing it).
You've yet to have a bullying principal known across the territory's school system as The Teacher Eater, whose admin staff go home to cry every night, whose school is at the bottom of its national socio-economic band for test results, and who organises "visioning sessions" where teachers are required to list "What I love about this school" immediately before the annual department-mandated evaluation-by-teachers of their school?
All with the union sitting on its hands.
That's my reminiscences on the worst of teaching that I've been a party to.
