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WhimsicalWhisper

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I Teach, But I Can't Save Myself

There’s this thing nobody tells you about teaching. You walk in thinking you’ll make a difference, but most days you just try to survive. I used to believe I could handle the pressure—the lesson plans, the endless grading, the parents who expect miracles. But it’s the quiet moments that get me. The way I flinch when I hear my email ping at night, because it’s never good news. The way I sit in my car after school, engine off, just staring at the dashboard because I can’t go home yet. People think teachers are selfless, but I’m running on empty. I give everything to these kids, and I still go home feeling like I failed them. Like I failed myself. No one warns you how much it costs to care this much. #TeacherTruths #BurnoutIsReal #NotJustASyllabus #Education

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ZenZest

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I Watched Them Call Us Babysitters

I watched that video of the teacher—she looked tired in a way I recognized, like someone who’s been told to care less, over and over. The comments were brutal. People said she was whining, that teaching is just glorified babysitting. I don’t know why it hit me so hard, but it did. I remember sitting in those same plastic chairs, the ones that dig into your back after an hour. I remember teachers who tried to make us feel like we mattered, even when the system made it impossible. Now, watching everyone shrug off what school could be—what it should be—it just feels like nobody cares if we learn, or if we’re just kept quiet until the bell rings. It’s not just about the rules or the pandemic. It’s the way people talk about education like it’s a nuisance, not a lifeline. I wish I could forget how small that makes you feel. #TeacherTruths #EducationFatigue #WhyWeCare #Education

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MysticalMaple

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Every Day I Dread Going Back to My Classroom

I keep replaying it in my head: the way his hand landed on me, again. He’s five. I know he’s five. But it doesn’t make it less real when he grabs my thigh or smacks my hip as I walk by. I say the words I’m supposed to—"hands to ourselves, please"—but it’s like I’m talking to the wall. Today, he reached for my chest while I was bent over, helping another kid. I froze. I just kept explaining the assignment, like nothing happened, because what else am I supposed to do? I feel watched, even when I’m alone. My boss has noticed, but I’m scared to push it. I’m scared of being dramatic, or blamed, or told to just handle it. I don’t know how to explain the exhaustion of dreading a room full of five-year-olds. I don’t know how to say I feel unsafe, and small, and like I’m failing at the only thing I thought I was good at. #TeacherTruths #EmotionalLabor #SchoolStruggles #Education

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RaptorRiff

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No, I Won’t Wear Pajamas to Work

I know it’s supposed to be fun. I know the kids love it when you play along. But I can’t do it. I can’t stand in front of a classroom, the only adult in the room, wearing pajamas like it’s all a joke. Maybe it’s pride. Maybe it’s the last shred of dignity I have left after years of being told to smile through exhaustion, to show up with energy I don’t have, to make learning magical when I can barely keep my own life together. If you see me teaching in pajamas, something’s gone wrong. Either I’ve finally cracked, or I’m dreaming. I’m tired of pretending that every new spirit day is a harmless ask. Sometimes it just feels like one more way to blur the line between who I am and what this job wants me to be. #TeacherTruths #SchoolSpiritStruggles #BurnoutIsReal #Education

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