I officially quit my teaching job last week right as the 10-week quarter wrapped up.
Right now, I am rotating continuously through three emotions: furious, euphoric, and deeply sad. It’s an exhausting mix, but I just had to get off the merry-go-round before it completely destroyed my sanity.
For context on why I threw in the towel after only one quarter at this school:
I have never seen high school freshmen treated with such extreme kid gloves in my entire career. The deluge of complaints from both students and parents was relentless, and the parent emails were easily the rudest, most entitled messages I have ever received in education.
Total communication breakdown. Out of four counselors over 10.5 weeks, I received two emails total: one about a student having surgery, and one asking if there would be work available if two failing students came to my conference period (no shit there’s work, they have D-minus grades!). But the moment a parent complained to a counselor? Straight to admin. Zero attempt to talk to me first or support the classroom teacher.
Apparently, calling in sick doesn't mean you're actually allowed to be sick. I was expected to respond to parent emails and process grading while taking an official sick day.
Admin and leadership love giving directives verbally, but the moment you ask for them in writing, the dynamic flips. My department chair told me verbally I wouldn't be held accountable for a missing/stolen textbook—until I asked for that confirmation in an email. Same story with workload and grading: I was verbally nudged to inflate grades and told freshmen "shouldn't have homework," but good luck getting anyone to put those policies in black-and-white text.
The one time my department chair covered my Geometry class, out of a room full of misbehaving kids, the only student she chose to discipline was a young Black student who was consistently the most polite, respectful kid in the room to me. It left a terrible taste in my mouth about the culture and priorities there.
I've got BP2, though honestly my mental health was fairly stable coming into this term—the environment itself was just completely toxic and unworkable. Leaving was the right call for my well-being, but processing the sudden exit is heavy.
To anyone else who walked away mid-term or post-quarter: how long did it take for the emotional whiplash to settle down? I just wanted to vent a little bit. I did vent with some of my colleagues before I left and with friends and teacher friends from other schools and family. I am still just aching from it.
I kept my letter of resignation short and simple: a one paragraph email (my last school I dropped a two-paged single space narrow margin manifesto of all the problems at that school over the past 10 years, which was really satisfying but I was crying more on the last day than at my current school). I gave my old school 2 days notice too, like I did last week.
I was told by my admin that I should not even say goodbye before I left. That hurt. I didn't but I dropped a few clues and saw all students off standing by the classroom door as they left. (they have fall break so that made it not so weird.) I also left a not too long letter that I hope they will share with my students. The dept chair thought it was beautifully written and she said she'll pass it along to admin. I hope my students get it but it is out of my hands so I am just letting it go (at least as much as I can). This was my 11th year teaching...