The phrase that has been silencing teachers for years and what it is actually doing to them.
By Kim Lester
You have heard it before.
Maybe at a family dinner. Maybe from a neighbor. Maybe from someone at a cookout who overheard you talking about how hard the year was.
You knew what you signed up for.
And just like that the conversation is over before it started.
Here is what I want you to know about that phrase. It does not come from nowhere. It comes wrapped in something else. Feelings that people have about teachers that they do not always say out loud. A quiet resentment about summers. A guilt they will not examine. An anger they cannot quite name. And instead of sitting with any of that they hand it to you dressed up as wisdom.
You knew what you signed up for.
It is the same as telling you to just be glad you have summers off. It is a way of deciding that your concerns are not worth taking seriously. That your experience is not worth understanding. That the truth about what teaching actually is does not deserve a real conversation.
And teachers know exactly what is happening when they hear it.
I have watched it happen more times than I can count. There is a breath. A quiet one. A breath that is really a calculation. How deep do I go into this today. Is this person actually open to hearing it. Have I had this conversation with this person before and gone nowhere. Which direction do I enter from this time. Is there a direction that will finally make them understand.
Because what teachers want more than anything is not just to vent. They want to be understood. They want someone to look them in the eye and say I believe you. I know you work hard. I know this is real. You deserve better than what this system is giving you. You deserve respect.
So she takes that breath. And she tries again.
Because that is what teachers do.
She explains. Carefully. Choosing her words. Watching their face. Feeling herself get a little smaller with every sentence because she can already see it. The slight smile. The head tilt. The but teachers... the but yall... sitting right there behind their eyes, ready before she has finished a single thought.
They are not listening. They have never listened. And some of them - if she is being honest - quietly enjoy this. There is something about dismissing a teacher that feels good to certain people. Like it evens something out for them.
And every time this happens something shifts in her.
Not dramatically. Quietly.
Her strength reduces just a little. Her commitment feels just a little lighter. Her heart hurts just a little more. Not because she does not love this job. She does. That is never the question.
The question is what it costs a person to love something that the community around them refuses to take seriously.
Teachers... you knew what you signed up for.
You signed up to teach. What you went to school to learn to do. What you show up to do every single day.
You did not sign up to be silenced every time you tell the truth about it.
You did not sign up to calculate whether you are allowed to speak in a room full of people who have already decided your experience does not count.
You do not owe anyone a smaller version of what you are carrying.
And you do not have to be quiet about what this is quietly draining from you every single school year.
Give yourself the same care you give everyone else.
— Kim 🩷🌿
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