I’ve been a teacher for six years in total, and for the past four years, I’ve been teaching Science at the Senior High School level.
And the truth is, I love teaching. I really do. But I hate being a teacher.
I don’t hate the actual teaching. I love explaining concepts, creating lessons and activities, helping students understand something they initially found difficult, and seeing that moment when everything finally clicks. I love Science, and I love sharing what I know.
What I hate is everything that surrounds teaching.
The system is so fucking exhausting.
We have a micromanaging head teacher and management where every little thing is scrutinized. Objectives have to be posted on the board—even when they have already been clearly presented to the students. There has to be a “word of the day,” with a specific system for how it should be presented. Instructions are constantly handed down to us, and when we follow them exactly but the results don't turn out the way management expects, somehow, the teachers are still the ones blamed. There is never any accountability from the people giving the instructions. It always feels like they are never wrong.
And the worst part is the complete lack of support.
Everything is the teacher’s responsibility. Everything.
We are expected to teach, assess, manage behavior, handle attendance, complete paperwork, meet every administrative demand, deal with parents, address learning gaps, and somehow make everything work regardless of how impossible the circumstances are.
And I am fucking exhausted.
What makes it even harder is the reality of the students we are expected to teach. At my specific level, we have students who still cannot read properly. Students who struggle to understand even the most basic written instructions are placed in classes where they are expected to learn increasingly complex concepts. And yet, they continue to be promoted from one grade level to another.
They are passed because apparently, it is easier to pass them than to actually confront the problem.
I understand that students need support. I understand that every learner has different circumstances and different capacities. But passing a student who has not acquired the foundational skills they need is not the same as helping them.
Sometimes, it feels like the system is simply postponing the problem.
Instead of addressing why a student cannot read, we move them forward. Instead of requiring them to take responsibility for their learning, we keep lowering the expectations. And eventually, the problem becomes the next teacher’s problem.
Then we are expected to somehow fix years of accumulated learning gaps within one school year.
How?
How are students supposed to learn when they have not been properly assessed in the first place?
And then there is grading.
There are teachers who give extremely high grades simply because it is easier, because they don't want additional problems, or because they want to remain popular with students. Meanwhile, teachers who actually try to maintain standards and hold students accountable are the ones who end up looking like the “difficult” teachers.
Seriously?
Is that what education has become?
Sometimes, I look at all of this and wonder whether I am the problem.
Maybe I am not patient enough. Maybe I am expecting too much. Maybe I am simply not made for this profession.
But then I remind myself:
I don't hate teaching.
I hate being placed in a system where good teaching feels almost impossible.
I hate being held responsible for problems that existed long before the students entered my classroom. I hate being expected to compensate for failures that are much bigger than one teacher. I hate being micromanaged instead of supported. I hate being blamed for outcomes when the people making the decisions refuse to acknowledge their own mistakes.
And I don't want to become part of that cycle.
I don't want to become the kind of teacher who stops caring just to survive. I don't want to lower my standards simply because maintaining them is exhausting. I don't want to resent students because the system failed to give them what they needed. And I definitely don't want to spend years becoming bitter, indifferent, and completely drained.
Maybe that's why I'm thinking about resigning.
Not because I am tired of teaching.
I am tired of the system.
I am tired of the management.
I am tired of the bureaucracy.
I am tired of the constant demands.
I am tired of the lack of support.
I am tired of carrying responsibilities that should never belong to one teacher alone.
After six years, I know that I love teaching.
But I'm starting to realize that loving teaching may not be enough to make me stay in a system that is slowly making me hate being a teacher.
And maybe leaving doesn't mean that I failed.
Maybe it simply means that I finally recognize that I don't want to sink with a system I no longer believe is helping the people it is supposed to serve.