Tell Me You Hate Teachers Without Telling Me You Hate Teachers

Of course, you can’t say it out loud

Tell me you don’t care. But, of course, you can’t say it out loud. In fact, you have to call us “heroes” and all that crap. It’s the politically correct move to make. But you know how you feel, deep inside.

We know it too because we see what you do. So we no longer care about what you say.

No funding, not even for the basics. In my country, it has become commonplace for bathrooms to lack toilet paper and soap. Schools get less than what they need to keep the facilities clean, so they ask parents to please contribute.

Very few of them do. Some of them genuinely can’t. Others, just won’t.

So, from time to time, little festivals are organized to sell food and other goodies to collect funds and be able to afford sheets of paper for the copy machine and cleaning supplies.

And, let’s not forget, kids don’t want to go to school. It has always been like that, but now it’s worse because we can no longer keep up with the charade. Now kids know, their parents know, and above all, we know that schools are not for learning.

They are there for show.

There was a time when schools really gave people a chance to level the playing field. You got to learn to read, to write, to think!

Now, they keep on being turned into indoctrination centers. It has become illegal to show the kids the truth and guide them in the process of learning how to question everything and everyone.

Now, teachers are there just to churn out numbers, statistics — our fates lie on the results of those standardized tests that have nothing to do with real life.

We are no longer teachers. We are just the bureaucrat at the front of the classroom.

And what about those who try to do more? To recover the magic?

Well, they get drowned on paperwork, or are expected to give their lives on the line of duty, or are given a chance to go on their knees to grab as much cash as possible.

It’s just entertainment, folks!

Guess soon we’ll see lawyers on their knees, and architects on their knees, and senators on their knees, fighting for a bit of cash…all to get the very basics they need to do their damn job.

But hey, at least the masses got entertained, and maybe you scored a good photo op.

In the meantime, I guess you’ll keep on telling us how much you love us, and at the same time, you keep expecting we’ll give our all as you find new ways to provide even less.