I agree with the sentiments of others that if teaching is your passion (and it sure sounds like it is) then perhaps a change of venue would help
relieve a lot of stress.
You've said that you've always enjoyed teaching, and now you don't. So, a root cause analysis is in order. What has changed that is making you feel
Your administrator sounds exactly like the kind of idiot I was recently ranting
- he will go down in flames all on his own, don't allow yourself to be dragged down with him.
It may sound corny and perhaps a bit overused/cliche but a lot of us dumb kids do remember the teachers who have made an impact on our lives
When I was in grade school, I always loved science class. Our teacher was a bit eccentric but he really loved the subject matter and had a way of
making it interesting. So, for a class project, we were asked to explain what crystals were, how they formed, and provide a demonstration.
Most kids took the easy route and just used some colored sugar water and a string. One or two got all fancy and had their parents special order some
pretty neat stuff to show off in class.
Being stupid, I got the idea in my head that I was going to use table salt. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" Well, sure, why not? Salt forms
crystals too, right? I've seen them in shakers and on the highways in winter. So I had it in my head that I was going to grow some huge salt crystals
and impress everyone with my scientific acumen.
A couple days goes by, and I notice that most of the class are comparing notes and ooh-ing and ahh-ing over their crystal confections. I'm still
sitting here, alone, next to my pathetic little jar, and all that has happened was a bit of evaporation and a slight haze forming on the inside of the
"Doesn't look like anything is happening there, does it?" Well, no. Maybe it just needs more time. A week has now passed, and everyone who had
already been ready to present has done so. Then my turn comes, and I have the demeanor of Charlie Brown with a rock in his Halloween bag.
Apparently, nobody else in class (aside from our teacher) knew about the whole "you can't grow salt crystals like that you silly boy" thing.
Instead of leaving me on the spit to roast, he had come prepared and explained to myself and the rest of the class why my experiment did not work, the
importance of the scientific method, and why our failures are important since it is how we learn.
He gave me an "A".
I will never, ever forget that man and how much he had helped me. This is just one story about one teacher by the way, a teacher that I'm sure sounds
a lot like you.