The first grownup job I had was teaching school in Melbourne, Australia. Twenty-three years old, an English literature and teaching degree under my belt, full of fire, excited to be on my own on the other side of the planet, I believed the world was my oyster! Yanks were a popular mob, English- speaking teachers were in high demand, and eager little minds awaited molding. (Well, forget the eager little minds part of it.) My students learned a bit from ...


