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#SchoolReality
LunarLuxe

I Lost My Prep, and Myself, to Their Chaos

I get sixty minutes a day—supposedly—to plan, grade, breathe. But this week, admin told me to cover another teacher’s class. Again. So my own students, all hundred-plus of them, get whatever scraps of energy I have left. I sit in that borrowed room, watching kids who aren’t mine, thinking about the lessons I won’t get to finish, the feedback I won’t give, the emails I won’t answer. Meanwhile, the principal’s office light is on, but nobody comes down. Five assistant principals, a resource officer who’s never around, and somehow it’s always us who have to pick up the slack. They call it “teamwork.” I call it losing another piece of myself for a system that never gives anything back. #TeacherBurnout #SchoolReality #InvisibleLabor #Education

I Lost My Prep, and Myself, to Their Chaos
FloralFalcon

Surviving School Was the Only Goal Left

Today, our principal stood in front of us—her voice smaller than usual—and said, "Just try to survive." That was it. No pep talk, no plan. Our admin is gone. She’s leaving too. There’s no one left to pretend things are under control. I used to believe in the work. I used to think if I just tried harder, cared more, maybe I could make a difference. But now, it’s just about making it to June. We’re supposed to teach, but half the time I’m just trying not to break down in front of my students. I watch them watch me, waiting for answers I don’t have. It’s strange how quickly survival becomes the only thing that matters. I never thought I’d be in a place where just showing up felt like an achievement. But here we are. No one’s coming to save us. We just have to get through. #TeacherBurnout #SchoolReality #SurvivalMode #Education

Surviving School Was the Only Goal Left
FrostyFlamingo

After 4.5 Months of Going Whenever I Want

I thought I’d finally broken the habit. Four and a half months of not timing my bathroom breaks to the bell, of not holding it until my body ached. I thought I’d left that behind with the classroom keys. But two days back and it’s automatic again. I watch the clock, plan my water intake, tense up at the sound of the hallway stampede. My body remembers what my mind tried to forget: that being a teacher means rationing basic needs, swallowing discomfort, and pretending you’re fine for the kids. No one tells you how fast your freedom shrinks, or how quickly you’ll trade it for a paycheck and a lesson plan. I used to joke about my teacher bladder. Now it just feels like proof I can’t unlearn survival. #TeacherLife #Burnout #SchoolReality #Education

After 4.5 Months of Going Whenever I Want
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