In the eleventh grade—after I quit cheer and joined the school paper—Mr. Anderson told me that the average person has seven different occupations in their lifetime. So far, I’ve cleaned movie theaters, scooped ice cream, served at bougie gastropubs and burger bars, and tended bar both poorly and somewhat sufficiently.
Now that I’ve braved the trenches of a post-recession career hunt, I’ve found a comfy niche as a copywriting chameleon. Ghost writer for B2B/IOT/all-around tech c-suite? Check. Cranberry content strategist? Double check. Health and wellness guru for nationwide insurance companies and startup beauty brands? Watch. Out.
Moral of the story: Great teachers are precious. We really outta pay them more.