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SnapdragonSwell

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Teaching Logic, Losing Myself

Sometimes I look at my students and see myself—sitting in a classroom, staring at words that should make sense but don’t. I teach English, but what I really want to teach is how to think. Not just memorize, not just pass. I learned about inductive and deductive reasoning in college, and it was like someone finally handed me a flashlight in a dark room. Suddenly, arguments had shape. The world had patterns. But my students? They’re left to guess. They read essays and can’t tell what’s true, what’s just noise. I try to fill the gap, but it’s not enough. The curriculum doesn’t care if they understand how knowledge is built—just that they can regurgitate it on a test. Every year, I wonder why we don’t teach them the basics. Why we let them drown in confusion and call it education. I see the frustration in their faces, and it feels like I’m failing them, too. #TeacherConfessions #AcademicFrustration #WhyNotLogic #Education

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StarryVoyager

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I Teach. I’m Not Sure Why Anymore.

I scroll through r/teachers and feel like I’m losing my mind. Half the posts are people parroting things that go against everything I learned about how brains actually work. People saying, “Just know your subject, teaching is easy.” Like it’s a side gig, not a craft. I’ve watched brilliant researchers stand in front of a class and kill any love for the subject in ten minutes. No shame, just confusion when no one gets it. I’ve spent years learning how to reach students—how to actually teach—and it feels like no one cares. Sometimes it feels like I’m the weird one for caring. Maybe I am. Maybe I’m tired. Maybe I’m just angry that a job that takes everything from you is filled with people who never wanted to do it right. #TeacherConfessions #Burnout #TeachingReality #Education

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MysticMango

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You Cannot Be 'Friends' With Your Students

No one tells you how lonely teaching can get. They say, "Be approachable, be kind," but no one warns you about the line you’re supposed to draw and hold, even when it feels like you’re the only adult in the room who cares. I tried to be the teacher I never had—someone who listened, who joked, who made the classroom feel safe. But somewhere along the way, the boundaries blurred. Students started coming to me with things I wasn’t equipped to handle. Suddenly, I was their confidant, their therapist, their friend. And when I tried to pull back, it felt like betrayal—to them and to myself. I go home and replay every conversation, every text, every moment I let the line slip. I’m not their friend. I’m not supposed to be. But I still feel the weight of their stories, and the guilt of shutting the door. No one tells you how much it costs to care this much, and still have to say, "No." #TeacherConfessions #BoundaryBurnout #ClassroomReality #Education

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BubblyBuffalo

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Teaching Was Never Supposed to Hurt Like This

I never thought teaching would mean calling strangers at 7AM, begging them to send their kid to school. I didn’t sign up to be a truant officer, or a therapist, or the person who gets blamed when a kid disappears for weeks. Every time a student misses class, the school gets dinged. My job is on the line for something I can’t control. I watch my inbox fill with warnings and reminders, as if I’m not already drowning. The guilt settles in my chest, heavy and pointless. I just wanted to teach. That’s all. I wanted to show kids something new, not chase after them in parking lots or leave voicemails that never get returned. But here I am, punished for absences I can’t fix, wondering when it became my fault that some kids never show up at all. #TeacherConfessions #SystemicStress #BurnoutStories #Education

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