There Is No Point In Becoming A Teacher Anymore

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9. What exactly do you teach?

I find this piece to be poorly thought out and poorly written. Hyperbolic and instead of fact based, based on some dystopian fantasy. I guess that kind of fiction has a market, but I prefer more reality-based fare.

BTW, my grandmother was a teacher. She was born in September 1893, and against the wishes of her mother, she went to high school. She had to leave the farm and board with some 2nd cousins in town to do so. She graduated in 1912, took a test and began teaching grades 1-8. She taught for about ten years and then went to the big city to live with an uncle and goto the University of Wisconsin, where she graduated with a music major in 1926. Then she taught music at high school and met my grandfather while riding a bus to work. He was riding the same bus to visit his grandfather, and they married in the summer of 1928, when she was 34.

She seemed to do just fine with those "cultural iron shackles". Of course, she was a bit of an iron lady too. I found teaching to be quite common in my family research. Many a farmer's daughter would be a teacher in her late teens and early twenties until she got married. They too, seemed to survive their "cultural iron shackles".