I had a terrific social studies teacher in the eighth grade. Everyone loved him. A friend of mine definitely held him in high regard. She was an artsy person who loved music, art class, and theater. She was also pretty intelligent and got good grades. One day, the social studies teacher says to her, "...But you're a jack of all trades, master at none."

She was devastated.

I've carried this with me ever since and I don't forget it. I've decided to wear it as a badge of honor instead of a scathing insult. I held her in high regard and decided that if that's what she is, than so must I be. Thus began my foray into every subject that I became even remotely interested in. I've learned a fair amount about a lot of things. I still feel a little unemployable but I suppose that comes with the territory. I can bake a darn good cheesecake and locate certain M objects through a telescope (no one pays me for either, though). I could go on and on but I picture my husband's eyes rolling up into his head. Here we go....

Now, about my friend, I wish we still kept in touch. I've heard, though, that she has settled on one occupation and has had a lot of success.

I think the teacher's comment changed us both, a little.