Tales from the Trenches

This Is a Calling, Not a Cage

I didn’t become a teacher because I love policy. I became a teacher because I love people. Children. Creativity. Transformation. But over time, it became clear: the system isn’t built to support those values—it’s built to extract from them. And the more you care, the more it costs you.

In education, the word “calling” is often weaponized. It’s dangled over our heads as a reason to accept unacceptable conditions. You don’t need adequate pay—you have a calling. You don’t need time to rest—you have a calling. You don’t need the freedom to leave without punishment—you have a calling.

When I asked why my district charges a $2,000 penalty if a teacher resigns after the school year begins, I was told, “All professionals are treated this way.” As if widespread mistreatment makes it okay.

Let’s be honest—teachers aren’t treated like other professionals. We’re micromanaged, under-resourced, blamed when policies fail, and then penalized for wanting out. In what other profession is loyalty financially coerced, but respect? That’s optional. Even if other professionals are treated this way, that doesn’t make it ethical—it just means exploitation is more common than we’d like to admit.

When I pointed out that attaching a fine to resignation undermines teacher autonomy, I was told the policy is meant to “leverage” and “deter” employees from leaving. Exact words. That is coercion. That is control. That is an admission that the district depends not on support, but on fear. The HR rep who drew the short straw that day—whom I’ll lovingly refer to as HR Short Straw— and had to deal with my insubordination refused to acknowledge that her own words—deter and leverage—very clearly communicate control and a power imbalance. She replied “Okay. So what about the flip side of that. We are guaranteeing you a job. We’re guaranteeing you that we aren’t going to switch teachers.” Notice how the power dynamic and coercion weren’t addressed? We just circled back around to ‘you should be grateful we guarantee you a position.’

Truly this is laughable for a few reasons. Laughable reason #1: A few years back my school had two art teaching positions open. One of these positions required the teacher to travel between two schools. We had 3 applicants for 2 positions. We offered the job to one of the applicants, but she had already taken another position, so the other two applicants were given the job. Yes, I should be ever so grateful that you haven’t offered my job to…whom exactly?

Laughable reason #2: this past year I worked a full 6 months without a formal contract. I still showed up and did my job. The delay was due to a pending referendum, but that doesn’t change the fact that for six months, I worked without formal protection—because it was the right thing to do. It also doesn’t change the fact that in my 14 years as a teacher there have been several years that I started the year without a contract. For the first 8 years I worked for this district the pay scale was “frozen”- meaning no one’s pay moved a cent for 8 full years. When the scale was no longer frozen, there was no talk of back pay. Still, we all showed up and did our jobs. We are loyal and hardworking above all else.

But I digress. If a classroom teacher used that same logic as the HR department—penalizing students for transferring out of the class—we’d call it unethical. But when it’s baked into policy, it gets a gold star and a shrug.

I was also told that I was offensive for questioning a policy. I was told I was unprofessional for answering an HR employee honestly. She called to remind me that the form must be signed, fees agreed to, or I would forfeit my job, and she asked if I was having trouble with the form. I told her that I find the addition of fees disturbing, controlling, coercive, and gross, and for those reasons I’m dragging my feet on signing it. I specified that my issue was with the policy, not with her personally— but she took it personally anyway. This was framed as me taking out my frustration of her. Welcome ClariTea to the stage— “If speaking the truth makes me unprofessional and offensive, then frankly, I have no desire to be polite and professional.”

(Haven’t met my inner Tea Party? You’re in for a treat → Meet the Teas)

The HR rep went on to tell me that the policy is ethical because, “we are offering you a contract and if you break it, then that’s the consequence.” She must be confused. That’s not an ethical argument—it’s procedural. Saying ‘we offer a contract, and if you break it, there are consequences’ doesn’t address fairness or morality. It’s just stating the rule. And rules, as we all know, aren’t always just. She stated that the district can’t break our contracts either, so I think what she meant is she feels that the policy is fair. But it isn’t fair. The district can end my contract at any time as long as they have “just cause,” and seeing as I am responsible for knowing all of my job responsibilities and expectations within a 103-page handbook, I imagine it wouldn’t be too hard to find some measure of ‘just cause.’ They can also non-renew my contract for the following school year at any time so long as they notify me in writing by May 15th.

She had the audacity to say, and I quote, “We get people who leave just because they want more money, and that’s not fair to us.” Yeah, you read that right. It is entirely fair to leave a job for better pay. Teachers are not responsible for how the district responds to a teacher shortage that they caused by undervaluing their own staff. If a district genuinely wanted to retain teachers, it wouldn’t trap them—it would treat them well enough that they want to stay.

HR Short Straw also used her 15 years as a teacher to justify these practices, and claimed it was no different when she was teaching. She later shot a hole in her own argument by saying that teacher retention has been abysmal since Covid. I chuckled and said, “That’s because we are asked to do two jobs for the price of one since Covid.” She was immediately defensive and launched into a monolog about when she started teaching there were no computers. You couldn’t just send something to the printer from your desk. Everything had to be hand-written. She forgets that she can’t comment on things she hasn’t experienced- she hasn’t taught post Covid. We are expected to teach in person and also to maintain an online Canvas course; to be an in person and virtual instructor rolled into one.

She’s now nearly 34 years into her calling in education and the long hours, lack of compensation, and even higher fees in her contract don’t bother her one bit, because education is her calling. Apparently, she has no issue with her time and energy being abused because she is totally thrilled being a martyr. It’s really just so unfortunate that the martyr roll is no longer for me. Maybe education just isn’t my calling the way it is for her 🙄.

I think more than a few people have their priorities a little twisted. Loving my students doesn’t mean I owe my silence. Valuing my job doesn’t mean I have to devalue myself. And the real offense isn’t my voice—it’s the normalization of silence.

I’m am not the problem. I’m just refusing to play along anymore.

This isn’t just about one district or one policy. It’s about an entire system that punishes teachers for wanting boundaries, rest, or alternatives. And if that makes me disruptive, so be it.

Because I didn’t answer a calling just to end up in a cage.


Tales from the Trenches

Email Emancipation: A Letter to the School Board and the Superintendent

Sometimes, the best way to start a revolution is with a warm cup of matcha—and a big dose of mutiny.

For years, I swallowed policies that felt like chains disguised as “procedure.” This year, I finally snapped. I fired off an email to the superintendent and the school board about my district’s “Notice Of Renewal” process—the one that forces us to commit to employment months ahead of time and threatens us with hefty fines if we change our minds later. Because yeah, apparently my life isn’t flexible, but their convenience sure is.

This document states, “The District reserves the right to transfer or reassign you.”
What this really means? They reserve the right to jerk you around.

On numerous occasions, teachers in my building didn’t know what they’d be teaching until days—sometimes hours—before the school year started. Some were moved to entirely different subjects, grade levels, or courses without warning, year after year. Others were reassigned to different buildings with little say in the matter.

My building alone has a rotating cast of traveling teachers—expected to flit between multiple schools in a single day like educational nomads. Within my department, the traveling art teacher role has been a revolving door since I started. Several teachers have quit mid-year just to preserve their mental health. And many more should have.

How, in any universe, can you expect educators to do their best work when they don’t even know what—or where—they’ll be teaching?

The “Notice of Renewal” also states:

  • You’ll be charged for any professional development provided to your replacement—if they don’t finish a full year.
  • You must give the district at least 30 days’ notice before leaving.
  • And you agree to pay liquidated damages to the district, based on the following timeline:

This isn’t a policy designed to support teachers. It’s a policy designed to trap them.

In any case, I’ve grown tired of the bullshit.

Below you’ll find the email I sent to the superintendent and the school board. The italicized parts are my internal dialog and were not part of the email.
Allow me to be crystal clear: this isn’t just a letter. It’s a statement. A demand for justice.
It’s a goddamn primal roar.


Dear Superintendent Blah, Blah, Blah, & School Board Members,

I am writing to express my serious concern and disappointment regarding the district’s “Notice of Renewal” process and the liquidated damages clause associated with it.

Okay, here’s where I start setting the tone—this is serious. I’m not tiptoeing.

I’ve worked for this district since 2011. I have given my time, my energy, my creativity, and—more often than not—my unpaid labor. Just this past school year, I spent over 24 unpaid hours packing and moving my classroom to accommodate district construction. That time was expected, and given without compensation—because I care about my students, my space, and the integrity of my work.

24 hours. Unpaid. Expected. And don’t forget, I’m the one who’s supposed to be grateful to work here.

And yet, according to this policy, if I choose to resign after June 15, I must pay the district for the inconvenience of replacing me. This tells me, in no uncertain terms, that the district values its own time and logistics—but not mine. My labor is expected. My flexibility is assumed. My professional autonomy? Financially penalized.

This part stings every time I say it out loud. My time has zero value unless it’s on their terms.

I understand that Wisconsin Statute §118.22 requires districts to issue contract renewals by May 15 and allows teachers until June 15 to respond. But that statute does not require the district to threaten financial punishment for any decision made after that date.

Just because they CAN do something doesn’t mean they SHOULD.

The liquidated damages clause—charging up to $2,000 for a post-deadline resignation—is coercive. And treating failure to respond by June 15 as a voluntary resignation is not just legally questionable; it’s ethically appalling.

Ethically appalling. Y’all, that’s putting it mildly.

In most other professions, employees are afforded the courtesy and flexibility to give two weeks’ notice without penalty. In ECASD, educators are trapped in a no-win choice: sign early and risk being fined if your life circumstances change, or don’t sign and be dismissed.

That’s the kicker: it’s a lose-lose. And they wonder why morale is tanking.

This approach is not a reflection of professionalism. It’s a reflection of control.

Control disguised as policy. No more.

I have waited years to speak up. Each year I quiet my anger, tell myself it’s not worth the fight, and convince myself to keep going. But I’m done waiting. I am speaking now—not only for myself, but for every educator who has silently absorbed the disrespect embedded in this process.

Silence is complicity. And I refuse.

I have emailed the school board asking for:

  • Clear documentation showing where this policy exists in my employment contract.
  • The specific statutory language used to justify both the fines and the automatic resignation.
  • Public discussion and re-evaluation of this practice in future board meetings.

If the district claims to value its educators, then its policies should reflect that—not contradict it.

Sincerely,

Tea


The System Is Burning—Let’s Build Something Better

Sending that email was more than just speaking my mind—it was reclaiming my power. Because if we keep swallowing disrespect and playing by rules designed to cage us, we become complicit in the very system that keeps us stuck. This email is my way of lighting a match under a whole damn pile of outdated rules and disrespect. Because if we keep pretending this is “just how it is,” we’re all part of the problem.

To every teacher reading this who feels boxed in by policies that don’t respect your humanity or your hustle: you’re not alone. Let’s stop simmering down and start rising up.

Pour your matcha, feel the fire, and emancipate yourselves from the absurdity of the system.


Tales from the Trenches

💣 “Fired” Up: When Loyalty Costs $2,000 and a Chunk of Your Soul

(A Love Letter to Educators Who Are Done Being Muzzled, Moved, and Mined for Free Labor)

The other night, I was texting my dad and asked if he was ready for retirement. He replied, “I think I still owe the governor.”

Same, Dad.
Same.

I laughed and replied, “F**k him. He has enough of your money.”
Then I said, “I just sent an email to the superintendent and the school board about forcing us to sign ‘intent to return’ forms and fining us if we resign. Guess I’m feeling kinda firey today.”

Only… my phone autocorrected firey to fired.

Ironic? An omen?
Possibly prophetic.
But also: I don’t care.

Because what’s the real risk here? That I speak up and face consequences? Or that I keep complying with a broken system and become one of the people who sees the harm and lets it keep happening?

As my partner Dustin said—if you see the bullshit and you stay silent, you are the problem. And he’s right. Compliance is the cozy blanket that keeps injustice warm and well-fed.

So here’s the latest flavor of bullshit:
If I don’t sign an “intent to return” form by June 15, the district considers it a voluntary resignation. If I do sign it and then later choose to leave? I owe them money. Not just a little money. Up to $2,000 in “liquidated damages.”

Let me be clear:
I just gave the district 24 hours of my own unpaid time to move my classroom due to construction. That was expected of me. No bonus. They offered me sub time so that I could pack up, but I was still responsible for sub notes (which take roughly 2 hours of time to compile). There were many things I couldn’t pack up until the very last second, because an obscene amount of materials are needed to operate an art classroom on a daily basis. When I attempted to put in a time card to be compensated for these hours I was told the district does not pay for such things, but my principal kindly offered to pay for my sub out of an internal fund as his only real avenue to repay me. I appreciated the gesture, but again, this requires sub notes, and I would have greatly preferred simply being compensated from my time.

But if I dare to leave after the magical date of June 15?
I’ll owe them.

Because their time has value.
And mine? Apparently not.

And if that wasn’t enough of a cosmic joke, let’s talk taxes.

I pay taxes to fund the state.
The state then uses those taxes to pay me.
And then—wait for it—they tax the money they just gave me…

So essentially, I’m paying for my own paycheck and getting taxed for the privilege of receiving it.

Is it just me, or is that a little… screwed? Like a capitalist ouroboros (you know, that ancient symbol of a snake eating its own tail—except in this case the tail is teacher-shaped and tired as hell).

Meanwhile, the same system that skims off every corner of my income will slap me with a $2,000 fine if I decide to stop participating in the charade.

Imma let IntegriTea, AudaciTea, and ClariTea step forward to say it again—nice and loud for the people in the back: (Haven’t met my inner Tea Party? You’re in for a treat → Meet the Teas)
The system demands free labor from teachers—then punishes them financially for leaving.
In what other profession does this happen?
Where else are you fined for accepting another job offer?
ClariTea: “Logically? Nowhere. It’s completely irrational.”
IntegriTea: “Let’s call it what it is — unethical.”
AudaciTea: “But totally on-brand for a system built on guilt, fear, and underpayment.”

It’s coercive. It’s exploitative. It’s unethical.
It’s dressed up in professional language and statutory smoke and mirrors, but at its core it’s one thing:
Control.

And the kicker? Every year I’ve swallowed this.
Every year I’ve told myself it’s just not worth the fight, I’m only one person, and nothing will change.
PityParTea showed up draped in drama: “Why bother? They always dismiss your needs. This will be just like every other time you spoke up.”
DispariTea? She didn’t say a word, but I could feel her quietly bracing for disappointment. She’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
FrosTea rolled her eyes, “Go ahead, rile ’em up. What’s the worst that could happen-you make things worse for yourself?”

I didn’t want to make things worse, so I diminished my own worth and made myself small. What the fuck was I thinking!? Every single important change started with just one person willing to stand up and say,
“Um, excuse me, this shit is bogus!”
Ok, so maybe they didn’t say it like that, but the overall essence remains. Enough of the charade.

I’m done swallowing and tolerating disrespect dressed up as “duty”. I’m done jumping through flaming hoops to prove my worth. I’m done giving time and energy that isn’t truly valued.
What I am doing is burning down this whole paper palace of polite compliance and planted a flag in the ashes.
I’ve been choking on the silence for FAR too long, and I KNOW I am not the only one.
When I shared the email I sent to the superintendent and the school board, my partner Duane remarked, “Damn baby! You laid it out and handed them their ass!”

This policy doesn’t reflect professionalism.
It reflects FEAR.
It reflects a system that knows if teachers were truly free to leave without penalty, they would.

I sent the email- you can read it here. I spoke the truth. And if that truth gets me “fired”?
So be it.

Because if we all keep accepting this kind of policy as “just how it is,” then we are part of the reason it keeps happening. The district can’t keep saying it values its educators while treating them like a renewable, replaceable, and obedient resource.

You want loyalty?
Start with respect.

You want commitment?
Start with consent.

And if you want me to sign something under duress, knowing you’ll punish me for changing my mind later?

Then you don’t want a teacher.
You want a hostage.


A Call to Action:

💬 If you’re an educator who’s tired of swallowing broken policies in silence, I see you. I’m with you. Reach out. Let’s stop simmering down and start rising up. We are the most valuable resource they have and it’s time we start acting like it demanding to be treated like the goddamn professionals, prophets, peacekeepers, and pillars holding up this crumbling system that we so clearly are. We are dragon-hearted badasses, and somewhere along the way, we forgot that. Well, I remember. It’s time to practice what we preach and show our students exactly what it looks like to do what’s right—not what’s easy.

Tales from the Trenches

Educator Effectiveness Reflection: Parody Edition

For the uninitiated (read: blissfully unaware souls not working in public education), Educator Effectiveness is Wisconsin’s bureaucratic brainchild designed to evaluate teachers. It’s a system allegedly aimed at professional growth but in practice often feels like a twisted game of educational Hunger Games. There are goals to write (so many acronyms it’ll make your head spin), evidence to upload, observations to endure, and digital paperwork galore—all squeezed into the 2.5 seconds of “free time” teachers are granted between classes, detentions, lunch duty, and literal glue scraping.

Basically: Imagine juggling flaming batons while tap dancing on a tightrope above a pit of outdated educational platforms—and then being asked to write a reflective essay on your form. Welcome to Educator Effectiveness!

What follows here is a parody version of Educator Effectiveness.

Standard 1: Planning and Preparation
I planned to prepare, but the copier was broken, three students needed emotional triage, and someone stole my chair. Nonetheless, I adapted using the sacred art of improvisation and managed to engage 28 middle schoolers with a marker, an old cereal box, and a prayer.

Standard 2: The Classroom Environment
My classroom environment fosters creativity, resilience, and occasional chaos. Students are encouraged to express themselves artistically, even if that means drawing anime eyes on every surface or sculpting questionable phallic shapes from clay. Growth mindset, baby.

Standard 3: Instruction
I delivered instruction using my voice, my hands, my eyebrows, and—when needed—interpretive dance. Students responded with blank stares, wild enthusiasm, or deeply philosophical questions like, “Can I eat the glue?”

Standard 4: Professional Responsibilities
I continue to uphold professionalism by attending meetings where I nod sagely while mentally grocery shopping. I reflect constantly—usually while brushing my teeth, grading at midnight, or crying in the staff bathroom. I also support colleagues by making sarcastic jokes that keep us all from imploding.

Artifacts Attached:

  • One picture of glitter embedded in the carpet
  • A student thank-you note that says “ur cool”
  • My last nerve, laminated for preservation

Of course, this is a VERY simplified and comical version of what teachers actually complete for their Educator Effectiveness cycle. Every 3rd year we get a little letter in our mailbox that proclaims, “Congrats! You drew the short straw, sugar! This year is your ‘summary year’! Bid a fond farewell to the illusion of time to breathe!” Sarcasm obviously. This year I got the dreaded Summary Year letter, and I was observed by the principal, assistant principal, behavior & academic interventionists, and instructional coaches an obscene number of times. I choose to believe it’s because I am so damn entertaining—and so damn good at what I do. 

Meanwhile, I am delicately crafting PPGs (Professional Practice Goals), setting SLOs (Student Learning Outcomes), and collecting data to prove that I’m doing my part to meet school-wide goals to help EL (English Learner) and SPED (Special Education) students achieve. Are you sick of acronyms yet? I’m over here swimming in alphabet soup! 🍲

My one measly hour without students each day—which I use to plan lessons, prepare materials, problem solve with counselors about the kid who created a sculpture of another student’s house being bombed (for real), scrub glue from tables (yes, most of the cleaning is done by me, not our skeleton crew of custodians), nominate students for various awards, plan for field trips, translate documents for students who don’t speak English and weren’t provided a translator because it’s “just art class,” and pack up my entire department for renovation (honestly I could go on for days here)—yes, that one measly hour is gobbled up by a variety of meetings with my supervisor about the aforementioned alphabet soup.

Once that’s all done, I barf data into endless forms and work some wizardry because the platform the DPI (Department of Public Instruction) uses to collect this info is about as user-friendly as a greased-up Rubik’s cube during an earthquake.

I write these pieces to preserve my sanity. I’m still doing this crazy job. I’m not sure if that means I’ve hit or missed the mark 🤷🏻‍♀️😂.


🎨💻✏️

(Coming soon: a TikTok performance of this entire breakdown with interpretive dance, dry erase markers, and a crown made of pencil shavings.)