I applied to TFA to be a teacher. I assumed my job responsibilities would be teaching students thing they need to know. I assumed that parents would be concerned about their children’s academics above all. I did not think that I was supposed to be a babysitter, a referee, a police officer, a body guard, a child psychologist, etc. I am not going to elaborate much farther as there is the possibility of a lawsuit.
I just don’t know how I am supposed to be 8 different people and work 24 hours a day. How am I supposed to see everything that happens between 25 little people? Parents refuse to return calls when their 10 year old child is still in 3rd grade and still can’t read, write or add 3+4 and I want to help work with them to bridge that achievement gap…but as soon as some playground teasing occurs they are down at the school complaining about me to the principal. The thing that gets under my skin more than anything is that the parents keep saying that “Ms. D doesn’t care” when NOTHING is farther from the truth. If I didn’t care, why would I be working close to 100 hours a week to do this job right? Do they not think I am a human with feelings? It is positively the most disenheartening experience of my life.
My husband says that of course I am doing the right thing and that I have been doing all that I can. I still can’t get rid of the nagging feeling that if that were entirely true then WHY can’t the parents see that? Why am I feeling under the microscope?