
Karen never thought this day would come. The day her love for teaching would end. But it has.
"30 years ago when I started teaching there was far more respect for teachers. What I mean is respect from the students, and respect from parents. That's gone out the window," she tells Mamamia.
It's been "death by a thousand cuts". But there's one incident that "sunk the boot in".
It was a normal sunny Monday morning when Karen heard the school bell ring at 9am.
"It was a year five class, and I had a few students who were acting up. But one of the boys was particularly violent. He would regularly try to kick me in the shin or would yell curse words, and throw pencils at me," says Karen.
"On this occasion, literally 15 minutes into class starting, he was seeing red. This boy managed to pick up his chair and throw it at me. It just scraped my left arm as I managed to dodge it, so I wasn't badly hurt. But I completely lost it."
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"I burst into tears, I yelled at him to 'get out' of the classroom. I could see the kids in the room were worried themselves, so I quickly took a deep breath, squeezed my fingernails into my palms and asked the support assistant teacher in the room to please escort the boy to the principal's office."