辞职原因

I chose to leave the training school. I didn’t think I could continue to work as an assistant teacher any longer in the school, where I had worked for more than two years. I had enough of it. ​​​

Playing the small role, I had to work 6 days a week, with four-night forced low-paid overtime. After a long day, from 8:30 a.m to 22:30 p.m, at workplace, though without heavy workload, I still felt physically and mentally exhausted when I went home. ​​

To make matters worse, the sense of worth rarely visited me, because students were my rare visitors. Instead, the feeling of redundancy often crawled in. I did everything I could to repel the horrible feeling, including reading my favorite books, listening to my beloved radio drama, preparing for my important tests, developing my own teaching system and providing help in English for students in need. With two months or three running away, I started to grow tired.

Worst of all, I felt limited in that position, where my talent could hardly be stretched. How could I bear to see those, whose classes I thought were as unapproachable as shit, dare judge my lesson? How could I bear to see those, who in my opinion were less competent than me, get promoted? How could I bear to see those, who turned blind to students’ weak foundation, tortured students with mock test papers and did very limited help to students, earn a great deal? How could I bear to see students, led by them, make efforts in vain and lose the will to fight English? The more I recall, the more outrageous I get.

For a man as proud as me, leaving can’t be a wiser option. ​​​


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