I had a low level office jobs, then stayed home for a few years to raise my daughter. Went back to work in an office for a while, but hated it. I went back to school and got a teaching certificate. Started out teaching high school, moved down to elementary. At the end of my career, I was teaching the children of the high schoolers I'd taught. Teaching was difficult, but rewarding, too. I hear about some former students from time to time, and I'm usually not surprised how they turned out. A few had sad endings, and one that I know of became a preacher. He was a funny, bright, enjoyable kid in fifth grade. Once when I had laryngitis, he took over the lesson (it was spelling) and did a creditable and funny job of imitating me, right down to wearing my reading glasses. LOL! Another kid was a talented football player, and went on to play for Oklahoma University, I think. But he didn't have much of a work ethic, and it showed once he started playing with other talented players. I don't think he graduated, and he didn't make the pros. I heard that he drowned on a lake outing with friends. I've no doubt alcohol was involved. Such a waste. His brother, who was much sweeter and kinder, played a few years in the Canadian football league, I think. Oh well, time to exit Memory Lane.