It’s the staff. You know how I said that I knew I’d hate School 2? Guess what, I was right! The staff are the most unsupportive bunch of people ever. They criticise me behind my back and then change my classes so that the higher achieving pupils don’t “suffer”. Of course, they never tell me how to improve, just that I need to. And I’ve been told off for not asking “how”, but how are you meant to know what questions to ask if no-one’s told you? I cry in my frees in the staff toilets and I cry when I get home. I’ve cried more in the last week than I can ever remember doing in my whole life.
I’m seriously wondering whether or not I want to be a teacher now. I know it’s just the school, because I loved School 1 so much. The staff at School 1 were so supportive of me and each other that I thought all schools must be like that. All schools should be like that.
And on top of this I still have to plan lessons, mark books and write assignments. Great.
I never realised a career in teaching would be a career in politics.
