

Primary school teachers get a lot of grief.
Some will proclaim their jealousy of the job, after all they've such long holidays and come on, it must be piss easy! While others resent the teachers of our nation's youth – for the exact same reasons.
Having taught in a primary school for two years myself, and consulting several currently active teachers, I've put together a few insights into the world of primary schools that you may find educational...
"That's great, draw a picture now like a good lad/girl!"

And it never gets old.


Its curative effects are on par with flat 7up
Because they'll speak to you in the same loud, condescending tone that they use on the kids.

As your fellow members of staff are thievin' bastards.

It's just another one of those niggling little nuisances, like the incessant whining of small children, that chips away at you every day until retirement, slowly eroding your sanity.

"But I did this laaast weeeeek!"

Mostly because of the realisation that come September, you'll have a whole new batch of blank slates to deal with – and the very idea is exhausting.

When you think about it, it makes a lot of sense. If there's trouble with the pupil's siblings or in a marriage, it's logical that a parent would turn to that other parental figure who's been nurturing their child.
Of course, not all teachers react to that situation in the same way...

Except for those rare ones who actually give a shit. Fuckers.


Akin to payday levels of joy.

They've got to be funny.


"Oh God, the paint and glitter, it's everywhere."

i.e. A chance to get the kids so exhausted that you can just coast on through to hometime.

It's the only period of peace and quiet between Monday and Friday that you can actually depend on.

From the child's point of view this is a selfless act by the teacher, for the teacher this is 2 hours of day's work spent watching a movie. Fantastic.


"Hi kids, I am the physical embodiment of your role model's irresponsibility"
Type one: people who love kids and were born to it. Type two: the ones who are in it for the holidays (who'll always know how many weeks are left till midterm and will bombard your news feed of their latest trip to wherever the fuck). Type three: the guy who got into it purely for that 3:1 female to male ratio in college.

Teachers get that every fecking week of the working lives.

Thanks to the primary school teachers who helped to make this article... who wanted to remain anonymous for some reason.