I really wish I had started watching season 4 of The Wire before my short-lived attempt at employment as a Dee Cee Pee Ess school teacher. I might have learned something, or at least had some idea of what it was I was getting myself into. But then, I probably would have told myself that it was "dramatized for television" or some such, and that it couldn't possibly be that bad. But I would have been wrong. Though 40 miles south of Baltimore, what I saw in the classroom was eerily similar to the televised version on The Wire. The only differences being:
a) our kids didn't have uniforms
b) I taught high school, not middle school, so the kids giving me problems were 18 instead of 13
c) subject matter (French instead of math--considered to be an "elective," thus generally lumped together with art and P.E. and accorded about as much respect)
Aside from that, it's pretty much the same story. In fact, the only way I can tell for sure it's fiction is that when the teacher, Mr. Prezbylewski, assigns detention, the kids (all thirty-some) actually show up. Pshaw, I say.
Seeing is believing. Watch for yourself.
How much money would they have to pay you to do this every day? Not a hypothetical question; I'm actually curious. What's your number?