Tired of dealing with students (teacher job)
I visited the site for the first time in 4 years.
When I come here, my feelings are organized by writing, so I'm posting because I want people to listen to it and encourage me.
I'm a single mother in my 40s. Until last time, they had trouble rebuilding their couple, and they finally got divorced.
Since then, I've changed jobs, and I'm taking advantage of my qualifications to get into the pulpit. The current education scene is extremely busy, and I am desperately busy every day because there are so many more things to do than prepare for classes.
My problem is that there are classes that are being interfered with. Since I teach specialized subjects, I am not in charge of the class, but I am in charge of classes for all grades.
I want to give lessons that are attractive to students, so I am also researching teaching materials on my days off. Nevertheless, only a small part of them joke around, their friends start arguing with each other even though they are in class, and the other students on the waiting side also rustle while they are careful, and they behave freely. Why is it my fault even if I'm scolding him? There are also students who have not been scolded and enjoy that reaction with a grin.
I'm very tired of this attitude and expression. Things that don't happen in other classes happen in rough classes, and even when I talk to my homeroom teacher, my homeroom teacher is burning their hands, and they are having a very hard time, so it's not a solution during my class either. They are so tired of their selfish behavior, and while they are careful, other students also make noise, and there are even students who say whatever they want.
I persevered because I thought something might change by doing my own class research and facing my students, but recently I've been really tired, disappointed with myself for not being able to do it, and I feel frustrated and want to cry. I don't take a break from school and work hard for a living, but it's hard.
It's healing that my young child comes to play with me when I get home. However, there is no room for feelings, and when I'm depressed, I can't get along with playing, and I'm busy with housework and preparations for preschool. Originally, I wanted to be involved with my child the most, but due to stress, I lost my time, and I was depressed by the way I got involved.
