SkywardScribe+FollowI Thought a Teacher VP Would Save UsI used to think if someone who actually understood classrooms got into power, things would finally change. Like, maybe a former teacher in the White House would see us—really see us. But the truth is, I’m tired of hoping for someone else to fix it. I remember sitting in a lecture hall, watching my professor talk about policy like it was a puzzle, while my own life felt like it was coming apart. Tuition went up again. My roommate dropped out. I kept telling myself, just hang on until someone who gets it is in charge. But it’s always the same: promises, headlines, then nothing. I want to believe a VP with classroom scars could make a difference. But I’ve spent too many nights staring at my bank account, wondering if anyone in power actually remembers what it’s like to be on this side of the desk. #EducationFatigue #PolicyPromises #StudentStruggles #Education73Share
ZenZest+FollowI Watched Them Call Us BabysittersI 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 #Education415Share
