OT - My 5th year as a teacher in a high needs public school
(Insert sarcastic speech about how teachers are some of the most important people in a child's life)
Recapping, I teach 8th grade math, in the neighborhood. Literally. The school is surrounded by townhouses and apartment complexes.
The kids are out of control. They've overtaken the building, and do as the please. The hallways are forever populated with kids making out between lockers, kids fighting, or kids that just don't feel like being in class. Having a mushy gushy building principal who believes that compassion, and not consequences, brought this on our heads. At least other years were somewhat manageable.
Teachers, for the most part, stopped documenting behaviors and lates. It would get sent upwards, and then the kids would come back with a smile on their face and a kind (ain't nothin' gonna happen) comment when they return to class. Calling parents has resulted in (in my case) 2 parents who have tried to storm the building because I told them that (their baby) did something wrong. (Our resource officer tased their asses into the ground both times - I get along with that guy.)
It's a complete and total clownshow, and historically, I've always been able to compartmentalize stress. I still can - outwardly I'm the type that is impossible to be worked up. On the inside, I began to have pretty bad memory loss - and I started to have heart palpatations - high blood pressure. I'm 31, a guy, and I'm not overweight.
I finally went to a doctor, and he put me on blood pressure meds, and prescribed me xanax. There's a history of anxiety in my family, so I was able to tell them that everyone has been allergic to (zoloft-like meds). I'm totally done, there's no hope left in public education (at least not near any kind of city area). I shutter to think of what this generation is going to try to do to us in our older age, because they're going to be so useless that there's no way that they are going to be productive.
This of course doesn't apply to all students. I still love, and pour my heart and soul into the 25% who still come to learn and better themselves. Most days now, like today, I come to work - pop a xanax - and float through the whole day. Then I go home and deal with the stepkid - LOL.