This is today’s Post-a-day question…and here is my answer with a little help from some friends “Are you sick of highly paid teachers? Teachers’ hefty salaries are driving up taxes, and they only work 9 or 10 months a year! It’s time we put things in perspective and pay them for what they do – babysit! We can get that for less than minimum wage. That’s right. Let’s give them £5.93 an hour and only the hours they work; not any of that silly planning time, or any time they spend before or after …………school. That would be £ 41.51 a day (8.30 am to 3:30 PM with 60 min. off for lunch and plan– that equals 7 1/2 hours). Each parent should pay £ 41.51 a day for these teachers to baby-sit their children. Now how many students do they teach in a day…maybe 90? So that’s £ 41.51 x 90 = £ 3735.90 a day. However, remember they only work 180 days a year!!! I am not going to pay them for any holidays . LET’S SEE…. That’s £ 3735.90 X 180= £ 672462.00 per year. (Hold on! My calculator needs new batteries). What about those special education teachers and the ones with Master’s degrees? Well, we could pay them minimum wage (£ 6.90), and just to be fair, round it off to £ 7.00 an hour. That would be £ 7.00 X 71/2 hours X 90 children X 180 days = £ 850500.00 per year. Wait a minute — there’s something wrong here! There sure is! The average teacher’s salary (nation wide) is £ 25000.00/180 days = £ 138.90 per day/ 90 students = £ 1.54 / 7 1/2 hours = £ 0.20 per hour per student–a very inexpensive baby-sitter and they even EDUCATE your kids!) WHAT A DEAL!!!! Make a teacher smile (or cry!);pass this on this to show appreciation for all educators.”
My mate CM posted this on face book yesterday and it made me laugh and cry. Sadly the maths is a bit squiffy as you might teach 500 kids in a week but only 30 at a time, so the babysitting fee would only work out at 30 x £41 = about £1,200 a day multiplied by 180 days is £221,400 a year…then take a way the rent for the school ( say 50%) a teacher would actually only earn £120,00 a year instead of £25,ooo…so still a big difference and laughable to look at it like this.
For the first four years I was a secondary teacher in an inner-London school I taught music to 500 students a week – 11-15 year olds – 30 at a time. I planned until midnight most nights, and wrote 500 reports a year ( I knew all their names). I am surprised my hearing is still intact as 30 kids smashing metallophones (very loud metal xylophones…) and all sorts of percussion for 26 hours a week must have some effect on the old ear drums. I taught in a freezing cold classroom room, the last in the school boiler chain of warmth ( the science labs were the warmest places) with an asbestos ceiling, and a bully of collegue, who was possibly a signed up sociopath, on a salary that would never even pay the rent on a real flat in London let alone buy one ( morgages repayments were 10% interest at the time and my first full time monthly salary was £750 a month) I lost a whole octave of my singing voice and at the end of 4 years I was a black hole of my former self as I had given all these kids proper care and attention ( and boy were some of them sadly lacking in that area) and a good musical education. Any possibility of me ever becoming a biological mother had been knocked on the head..
a) because I was too tired and had parented about 2000 kids and had no parenting left ( have parented that number since…and many more
b) because using the 2 working brain cells in my head I came to the conclusion there were waaaaay too many children in the world already. And I seemed to have taught most of them!
I cried every Saturday morning, in tantrum-like volumes ( usually in the supermarket) as I had held it together all week – Poor Mr. P. I don’t know how he put up with me. Most teachers I know in London have no lives to speak of. It is hard to see them in term time unless you happen to drink in the same pub as them, or work in the same school as them. Their ‘best ‘ friends ( until they get a job at another school and then they never see them again) are usually their teaching comrades, as no-one else understands what they go through, and the reward they get for their toils, like someone aptly put it after I finished my first Ofsted report ‘ will be in heaven as it definately won’t be here’.
So some say, it is a vocation, or calling – is that just a way of saying you have a gift but we are not going to pay you much for it? I watched a bit of Educating Essex on the tv with a magnificent bunch of educators and the teacher on it said that he knew people watching on the tv, the educators would understand what a great job they were doing and no-one else would really understands. Perhaps if parents had to pay ‘child care’ for 18 years they might think twice about having child number 3, 4, 5 ( sorry, but it is true).
Most people do not understand. They just moan about what long holidays teachers get….they should try it sometime, or perhaps try home educating their children for a couple of terms.
Bless you ….all you educators….Next time you meet a teacher, give them a big hug and some money to buy a drink, car, flat…particularly if you have brought kids into the world yourself.
And I don’t want anyone EVER moaning about the long holidays that teachers have…or I shall send 8C round, before school with their metallophones.
SONG OF THE DAY – What I Go to School For -Busted
Many people have a gift for inspiring young people, everyone remembers their favourite teachers ( and their least favourite), and believe you me kids spend a huge amount of time talking about their teachers, who is good and who is not ( just sit next to a couple of kids on the bus). So when this song came out we laughed….it is very funny!
Nearly didn’t read on when I saw the first bit, but well done for telling it like it is for teachers! On top of the exhausting demandingness of containing a large group, getting to know them, hoping to inspire them, communicating your subject in an accessible way, guiding and assessing them, not to mention coping with emotional and behavioural problems, you have all the bureaucracy and politics to deal with, and people moaning about your holidays! One of my teacher friends is too stressed out to sleep in term time. Let’s make it ‘Hug a Teacher’ week!
Thanks for persevering! Yes! Hug a teacher week sounds just grand!