An English teacher who prefers to be quoted only by her first name, Jackie, struggled, during her final year at a public high school in St. Louis, to balance her work and personal life. The number of hours she put in during evenings and weekends was draining her. Worries about particular students seeped into her private life. She asked her boyfriend to change her school email password each Saturday and not tell her what it was so she could restrict her access to the account for the weekend.
But the thing that pushed Jackie over the edge were the parents. “I very rarely felt like I was treated as a professional,” she says. One time Jackie reached out to a student, who was
