When you told me a few years ago you wanted to be a teacher, I was so happy. We'd have the same profession! You are one of the most connected, compassionate, thoughtful, meticulous, intelligent, creative people I know. So, how lucky would the profession be to have you!
You went to an excellent undergraduate school for education and completed a four-year degree. You got certified to teach English Language Learners. You took your preparation to be a teacher seriously.
Your first couple of years teaching we hard, as to be expected. But you didn't give up. You kept on going. You organized, planned, wrote, connected with your students.
And then you moved to a new city, and you had a hard time finding work. I tried to help you in any way I could. The profession cannot lose you, I thought. You finally found a fourth grade position. And now, after two years, you are ready to throw in the towel. You feel beaten down by pressure to convert barely fluent non-native speakers of English into master test-takers. Your administration has taken it upon themselves to organize your students into small groups, yes, based on test scores. You deal with constant infringements to your judgement, your knowledge, and your ability.
You are a wonderful teacher. Those students are so lucky. The problem is not you. The problem is that somewhere along the line, the system (whatever that is anymore) started failing teachers. Especially teachers like you, willing to work with disenfranchised, struggling students who more than anything else need someone who is compassionate, thoughtful, meticulous, intelligent, and creative.
So please, please, don't leave. I promise to fight harder for you. And for those students who need you. Don't question your gift. You have it.