I’ve been a high school teacher, in a college prep school, for 35 years.
And I think the situation is complicated.
Let’s start with the kids. I’m pretty sure that if anyone knew how incredibly average my own kids were as students, I would be kicked off this site. The reality is that the overwhelming number of kids I teach are average students. Sure, some get those straight A’s that are so very prevalent on this site. But the vast majority are no stranger to B’s and C’s, with the occasional D and F sprinkled in. Some are regulars at summer school.
And every single kid who graduates from my school goes on to college. Many find success there. Some, for a huge array of reasons, do not. The overwhelming majority graduate from college. Some find other paths. One or two have ended up in jail after a promising high school career. A few had had mental health or physical health problems, and I’ve been to more than my share of funerals for kids who should have had that happy future that everyone spoke of at graduation.
But let’s move on to the teacher.
I can tell you for a fact that I didn’t become a halfway decent teacher until I had been teaching for far, far longer than one semester. It took YEARS before I became the kind of teacher I would want my own kids to have.
Teaching well is about far more than simply knowing the material; we’ve all had teachers who knew their stuff but couldn’t teach. It’s about knowing which alternate explanation will do the trick with which kids. It’s about realizing that sometimes kids are so confused that they don’t even know what to ask. It’s about knowing how to take that incredibly confused, embarrassed kid back to where they DID understand, and guiding him/her to a place of understanding the new material without making him feel stupid or inadequate. It’s about realizing that some of them are dealing with issues that I’m not aware of, and of adding some kindness into my day. (Small example: lots of my Seniors took the SAT Saturday, so I cancelled the homework. It was no big deal for me, but made a huge difference to them.) It’s about knowing that sometimes, my own schedule has to take second place to their needs. It’s about a combination of tough love and caring love, and knowing that every one of those kids, no matter how much they might tower over me, is some mom’s baby. That every one of them (hopefully) has a mom and dad and maybe siblings and a significant other and friends, all of whom see something very lovable in that student, even if that “something” eludes me at the moment…
As a new teacher, I was confident that I knew the material, and probably falsely confident that I knew how to present it. But now, 35 years later, I can say with certainty that, on most days, my kids are happy to have me as their teacher, that they learn well in my classroom, and that I provide an enviornment and opportunities for that learning to take place. The fact that it’s only " most day" is still a work in progress after 35 years in the classroom.
I can certainly understand the frustration of the OP-- it’s hard when you’re being pushed to compromise your academic integrity by kids who simply don’t get it, or by their parents.
But teaching-- good teaching-- is about far more than presenting material. It’s about being a font of information, and a parent, and a cheerleader and a translator and a confidante and a coach and a mentor and so much more. It’s about realizing that simply having a degree and a job doesn’t really make you a teacher, or at least not a good one. The OP may very well be all those things. But I suspect that, like the overwhelming number of teachers I know, the OP will someday look back at those first kids he taught, and hope that his inexperience didn’t do them too much damage.