Not to rain on the parade
I was almost going to be a high school History and English teacher. About 2/3 of the way through student teaching, I was politely asked to leave my placement. My cooperating teachers and supervisors reached the same conclusion I did. I want to teach. I love to teach. I love it so much I could be rolling around on my back purring. I love to teach history. Content. I want to cram in as much content as I can, maximize the historical goodness.
If you know your educational buzzwordology, you already know the problem. I got along famously with the top quarter or so of each class, and the occasional bottom rung kid that appreciated my sense of humor and forthright delivery. The rest, I was indifferent to. I also had no patience for teaching behavior and responsibility. Don't do the paper, then take the zero. Sorry, not my fault.
I probably should have known there was a problem when I realized how breathtakingly condescending and patronizing so-called "effective teaching strategies" were. The teachers that did that stuff to me got back only raw hatred. Not for me. I'm not that kind of learner, and I certainly can't be that kind of teacher. I don't know how you guys do it, and it's amazing to me that any student responds to it. I've seen it being done. I've seen good days where everything works perfectly with this stuff, and I still hate it so bad I can taste it places I don't have taste buds.
I really should have known. After I left, I told a friend I wasn't satisfied and I was doing 90% lecture towards the end. He asked me what I wanted instead, if I hated all the other stuff. I told him I would have preferred 100% lecture. It's always what I responded best to.
I really respect what you guys do. It's an impossible job, and yet you do it. It clearly operates on a principle utterly alien to my brain's functioning. Good luck with it.