Sometimes it really sucks being married to a public school teacher. Sometimes? Well, pretty much all the time. But sometimes it sucks more than others.
We knew this would be a tough year for Xy going into it. Not only is she at a new school, it’s in a temporary location, with a move expected mid-year. That’s double tough any way you slice it. Triple tough, even.
After one month that’s been borne out. She is crammed in a small room overstuffed with supplies (better than no supplies I suppose) and a malfunctioning air conditioner. The AC won’t be fixed because the school is only there temporarily. But it’s hard to concentrate when it’s over 90ºF in your classroom.
Further adding to the general suckiness, they have an extended day. Xy leaves our house at 7 AM and doesn’t get back until 5 PM. The commute is not lengthy, it’s just a long school day. It would be cool if they arranged the class schedule such that some teachers could start and leave early, and some could start and leave late, but that’s not in the cards.
After a ten hour day in a sweltering room working with kids who in some cases may perform up to four grades below level, she comes home with a load of homework every night, and every weekend. She’s constantly exhausted and has very little time for anything fun.
Xy chose this career and has chosen to stick with it for a dozen years. I’ve pleaded with her to find some other line of work that isn’t so stressful and thankless. But still she keeps on. Don’t ask me why. Sometimes it seems like she’s locked in an abusive relationship. She knows she should get out, but she can’t visualize any other life for herself.
I’m not asking for sympathy for Xy, though she surely deserves it. I’m looking for some sympathy for myself. It sucks being a public school widow. And how about our daughter?
On the plus side, Xy did shoot a fun video of her students performing a Michael Jackson tribute, tied in to the life skills curriculum which she always uses to start the year. I don’t think I can post that, but I can post this video from three years ago which is very similar.
I like to end on a positive note whenever possible.