Interested? Sure! Qualified? Not a chance. In 1995 when I first moved into the inner city at a high school, one of the brand new teachers was a retired pharmacist whose comment was "FIRST: I'm here for the kids and Second, ANYBODY can teach." He was a soft middle aged white guy from the suburbs and I knew they were going to eat his lunch. They did. He ran SCREAMING from the building inside of six weeks. He didn't even last an entire grading period.
That first day in my classroom, one of my little monster 9th graders popped up and brightly asked: "HEY TEACH! What would you do if I just popped you in da face?"
I laughed at him and replied thusly: Well, lessee, you'll be taking three little trips. The first trip is to the Emergency Room for various contusions and broken bones. The Second trip will be to jail where my buddies from the time I spent as a State Parole Officer will make sure you're nice and comfy! The third trip will be to civil court because I'll sue your parents and tie them up in court for at least three years. It'll cost them $20 grand a year in legal fees and they'll BEAT you every night.
The class roared with laughter. I knew I had them. The punk sat down and shut up for the whole year. He failed but he was very well behaved. I usually start the year off showing my military and law enforcement photo albums. Plus I keep a series of pix on my computer showing me participating in IDPA matches each month. I'm generally not "tried." But once I was. Had a kid swing on me. Funny, I originally got into Aikido for the exercise. It sure served me WELL that day. I put him on his back. Hard. He was arrested. He was expelled. I had no charges and was found not culpable defending myself under the contract and state law. When I was recruited to move even deeper into the 'Hood, my students called all their buddies at the new school (where I am now) and they said: You've got an AWESOME social studies teacher coming in. He is great. Ex Army officer. Just don't mess with him, 'cuz he'll kill you dead. For the record, I have never harmed a student, but perception means a lot.
For example, everybody knows I hate 9th graders. Well, not really. I really can't stand teaching 9th grade world history. I'm all about AMERICAN HISTORY and AMERICAN GOVERNMENT (seniors). Each year the red cross shows up for blood drives. One of those years, I told the red cross lady to come to my first period class. She asks me if they're seniors and I said No, they're 9th graders. And so she protests she can't take their blood without parental permission and I replied: You don't understand. Come to my 1st period. Bring a bucket and a sharp knife and I'll give you all the blood you want. That was the last year I taught the 9th grade. Been teaching seniors ever since.
You also do not sound like the type of teacher who would take part in a sick-out. Perhaps if there were more people like you teaching, and less of the ones who are sicking out, our inner city youth might have a chance.