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Teaching is often described as a calling.
This book explains why that description is deeply suspicious.
The Absurdities of Being a Teacher is a satirical, observational nonfiction book about what it really means to stand in front of a classroom day after day and pretend control is part of the job.
This is not a guide.
It will not make you a better teacher.
It will not fix the system.
It will not offer solutions.
Instead, it does something far more uncomfortable.
It notices.
From lesson plans that collapse on contact with reality,
to meetings that could have been emails,
to exhaustion that isn’t physical but still hurts,
this book follows the quiet, daily absurdities of modern teaching - the kind everyone inside the system recognizes and everyone outside politely misunderstands.
Written in short, sharp observations and dry humor, the book captures:
• classrooms that never behave like the curriculum expects,
• authority you’re supposed to have naturally,
• motivation you’re expected to generate on demand,
• paperwork that proves you were busy but nothing else,
• and the strange decision to come back again tomorrow.
If you are a teacher, you will feel exposed.
If you are not, you will finally understand why teachers laugh at things that aren’t jokes.
This book doesn’t argue.
It doesn’t explain.
It simply observes - and lets the absurdity speak for itself.
This publication was prepared using tools that support the creative process, including solutions based on artificial intelligence. The final concept, structure, and editing are the work of the author.
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Teaching is often described as a calling.
This is usually said by people who left the classroom years agoor by people who have never been inside one for longer than a polite visit.
From the outside, teaching looks clean.Organized.Structured.A profession built on knowledge, respect, and the quiet authority of someone who knows more than the room.
From the inside, it looks like a very specific kind of endurance sport.
One where you are expected to be calm while being interrupted every twelve seconds.One where you are expected to care deeply while pretending not to notice how little control you actually have.One where you prepare for hours so that nothing goes according to plan within the first three minutes.
Teaching is not about standing in front of a class and explaining things.
It is about managing expectations that were never realistic to begin with.
• The expectation that students will listen because learning is important.• The expectation that parents will be reasonable because they love their children.• The expectation that the system knows what it’s doing because it is a system.
None of these expectations survive long.
Teachers live in a strange parallel reality.
A place where you are simultaneously responsible for everythingand officially responsible for nothing.
You are blamed when students fail.You are questioned when students succeed too confidently.You are evaluated by people who do not teachusing criteria designed by people who never did.
Somewhere between lesson plans, grading, meetings, emails, and last-minute schedule changes,you are supposed to remember why you started.
You usually do.Briefly.At inconvenient moments.
Teaching also comes with a unique emotional contradiction.
You are expected to be endlessly patient,yet deliver results on a fixed timeline.
You are told to individualize education,while handling groups that are anything but individual.
You are encouraged to be creative,as long as that creativity fits neatly into predefined boxes.
• Be inspiring, but follow the curriculum exactly.• Be empathetic, but maintain authority at all times.• Be flexible, but never deviate from the plan.
It is a job built almost entirely on contradictions,held together by coffee, habit, and the quiet hope that tomorrow might be slightly easier.
It rarely is.
There is also the audience.
Students who are tired before they arrive.Students who are bored before you speak.Students who can sense uncertainty the way animals sense weather.
And then there are the adults.
Parents who believe their child is both misunderstood and exceptional.Administrators who speak fluent policy and basic reality.Colleagues who cope in wildly different ways, all of them valid, none of them sustainable.
• Some become overly enthusiastic.• Some become deeply sarcastic.• Some disappear emotionally while remaining physically present.
All of them are still called “teachers.”
This book is not a guide.
It will not tell you how to teach better, faster, or with more passion.It will not suggest techniques, strategies, or revolutionary methods.
There are enough of those already.
This is simply an observation.
A long, tired, affectionate look at the absurd machinery of modern teachingand the people inside it who keep showing up anyway.
Not because it makes sense.Not because it is efficient.But because leaving feels harder than staying.
If you are a teacher,you will recognize yourself immediately.
If you are not,you will finally understand why teachers laugh at things that aren’t jokes.
And why, despite everything,they walk back into the classroom the next dayand do it all again.
The bell is not a sound.
It is a declaration.
A clear, metallic announcement that whatever version of the day you imaginedhas just been cancelled.
Before the bell, there is hope.
You stand in the classroom.You arrange your notes.You believe, briefly, that today might be the day everything flows.
Then the bell rings.
And reality walks in, carrying backpacks, opinions, unfinished conversations,and a complete lack of interest in your plan.
The first few seconds after the bell are crucial.
They tell you everything you need to know about how the lesson will go.
• The volume of the room does not drop.• Several students are still emotionally in the hallway.• Someone is already asking a question that has nothing to do with anything.
This is when you remember that teaching is not about starting lessons.
It is about interrupting chaos just long enoughto pretend learning might occur.
You say “Good morning.”
It is not returned evenly.
Some students mumble.Some nod.Some stare as if you have personally inconvenienced them by existing.
A few are still finishing conversations that began yesterdayand apparently cannot be paused.
You wait.
This is a tactical wait.
A silence designed to assert authoritywithout openly begging for attention.
It works sometimes.
Today is not one of those times.
Someone drops a pen.Someone laughs too loudly.Someone asks if this will be on the test.
• It is always on the test, emotionally.• The test is constant.• No one studies for it.
You begin anyway.
Teaching often starts in the middle of noise.
Not because it should,but because waiting for quiet would mean never starting at all.
You explain the topic.
You have explained it before.You will explain it again.
You use words carefully.You use examples.You check faces for signs of comprehension.
You find none.
Instead, you see:
• Confusion that predates the lesson.• Boredom that arrived fully formed.• Confidence that is completely unrelated to understanding.
Someone raises their hand.
This is a moment of optimism.
You answer the question.
It is not the question they asked.
It is the question they meantbefore they got distracted halfway through raising their hand.
Another hand goes up.
This one is dangerous.
You can feel it.
The question begins with “What if…”and immediately drifts into unrelated territory.
You answer politely.
You redirect gently.
You pretend this was part of the plan.
Teaching requires a constant performance of control.
Not real control.The appearance of it.
You stand in front of the roomas if you are steering something.
In reality, you are mostly adjustingto forces already in motion.
• The energy of the group.• The mood of the day.• The collective decision to care less than usual.
At some point, you ask a question.
You wait.
The silence is impressive.
Not empty.Heavy.
You can hear thinking.Or the absence of it.
Eventually, someone answers.
It is almost correct.
This is a victory.
You celebrate it carefully.
Too much enthusiasm would be suspicious.Too little would discourage future attempts.
You strike a precise emotional balancethat no one notices but you.
Teaching is full of these invisible calculations.
You are constantly deciding:
• When to push.• When to let go.• When to pretend not to notice something you absolutely noticed.
The clock moves strangely during lessons.
Minutes stretch.Then disappear.
You glance at the time and realizeyou are already behind.
This is normal.
Being on schedule is theoretical.
You skip something.
You always skip something.
The thing you skip is usually the thingthat took the most preparation.
You tell yourself it’s fine.
You will come back to it later.
You won’t.
Someone asks to go to the bathroom.
This is never just about the bathroom.
It is about freedom.Movement.Control.
You say yes.
Another hand goes up immediately.
The timing is perfect.
You consider saying no.
You remember choosing your battles.
You say yes again.
The door opens and closes.
The lesson loses momentum.
It was fragile to begin with.
You continue anyway.
Because stopping would mean acknowledginghow little of this is actually working.
At some point, you realizesome students are following along.
This realization is both comforting and terrifying.
Comforting because it means something is happening.Terrifying because you now feel responsible for not ruining it.
You slow down.You clarify.You repeat yourself in different words.
• The same idea.• Softer language.• Fewer assumptions.
Others are completely gone.
They are not being disruptive.They are not misbehaving.
They are simply elsewhere.
Teaching involves a lot of talking to peoplewho are technically presentbut mentally unreachable.
The bell rings again.
This one is louder.
More final.
Students pack up instantly.
The speed is impressive.
You are still finishing a sentence.
It does not matter.
The lesson is over.
You remind them of homework.
You know exactly how this will go.
• Some will forget.• Some will misunderstand.• Some will swear you never mentioned it.
They leave.
The room empties quickly.
The noise vanishes.
What remains is silenceand the strange feeling that something intense just happenedwithout leaving any visible evidence.
You stand there for a moment.
You replay parts of the lesson in your head.
You remember what you wanted to say.You remember what you didn’t get to.
You adjust the plan for the next class.
Teaching is mostly this.
A series of small recalibrationsbased on outcomes you never fully control.
The bell will ring again soon.
And when it does,reality will enter the roomright on time.
A lesson plan is a beautiful document.
Clean.Logical.Optimistic.
It exists in a quiet place,usually created late in the eveningwhen no students are present to contradict it.
On paper, everything makes sense.
You have objectives.You have structure.You have timing.
You know exactly what will happenat minute twelve.
Reality has never read your lesson plan.
Reality does not respect margins, bullet points, or learning outcomes.Reality shows up with opinions, moods, and unexpected questionsthat derail everything before you finish the introduction.
Still, you plan.
Because planning is not about accuracy.It is about emotional survival.
A lesson plan gives you the illusionthat you are walking into something prepared.
Without it, you would just be walking in.
And that feels reckless.
The plan usually begins confidently.
You introduce the topic.You connect it to prior knowledge.You expect recognition.
You receive silence.
Or worse, confidence based on misunderstanding.
Someone says, “Oh, this is easy,”and you immediately knowit will not be.
Lesson plans assume a shared starting point.
Students rarely arrive from the same place.
Some are already lost.Some are accidentally ahead.Some are emotionally unavailable due to eventsthat have nothing to do with youand everything to do with being human.
Your plan does not account for this.
It tries.
But it cannot.
• It does not include “ten minutes of calming the room.”• It does not include “answering the same question three different ways.”• It does not include “abandoning the activity because the energy is wrong.”
You begin the first activity.
It worked perfectly last year.
This is important informationthat is now completely irrelevant.
The group does not respond the same way.
They never do.
Someone misunderstands the instructions immediately.Someone else misunderstands them confidently.A third student does something entirely differentbut insists it was implied.
You clarify.
You simplify.
You clarify again.
At some point, you realizeyou are now teaching the instructionsinstead of the lesson.
This happens often.
Lesson plans love transitions.
“Then we move on to…”
This sentence is aspirational.
Moving on assumes closure.
In teaching, closure is rare.
There is always someone who is still processing.Someone who just started paying attention.Someone who was absent and now needs a summary.
You hesitate.
Do you move onor do you wait?
Either choice disappoints someone.
You choose the onethat disappoints fewer people.
This is how most teaching decisions are made.
The clock becomes your enemy.
Not because time is short,but because it moves unpredictably.
• Five minutes can vanish instantly.• Thirty seconds can feel endless.• The most important discussion always happens right before the bell.
You look at the plan again.
You are behind.
You always are.
You start cutting.
Not visibly.Not dramatically.
You quietly remove pieces.
A discussion question disappears.An example becomes optional.A reflection activity becomes homework.
Homework is where unfinished plans go to rest.
Sometimes, the lesson surprises you.
Students engage.
They ask thoughtful questions.They build on each other’s ideas.
This is dangerous.
You feel hope.
You slow down to enjoy it.
You forget the plan completely.
This is usually when something goes wrong.
A comment derails the discussion.A joke goes too far.The energy shifts.
The moment passes.
You return to the plan,now several steps behind and emotionally attached to something that is over.
Lesson plans do not warn you about this.
They do not include emotional disclaimers.
They do not say:
• This part will work beautifully, but briefly.• Do not get attached.• Move on while you still can.
Eventually, you abandon the plan.
Not officially.
You still pretend you’re following it.
But now you’re improvising.
You respond to the room instead of the document.
This is the real lesson.
It is messier.Less elegant.More human.
It also cannot be planned.
At the end of the class,you look at what you covered.
It is not what you intended.
It is not what you prepared for.
It is, however, what happened.
You make notes for next time.
Small adjustments.Minor changes.
You tell yourself it will work better tomorrow.
It might.
It probably won’t.
But you will plan again anyway.
Because lesson plans are not promises.
They are comfort objects.
A quiet reminderthat at least somewhere, on paper,teaching still behaves the way it’s supposed to.
And tomorrow night,in a silent room,you will open a documentand try again.
