Once upon a time

Once upon a time, in a land not so far from this one, there lived a young boy. He was a creative young boy. Oft folks would call him "special" or "different". And so it was, as the years passed, that the creative boy followed a career in advertising while his college friends went on to law school, and med school, or became investment bankers.

Then the recession set in and the creative boy, who had now grown into a man and needed to pay rent and gas and water bills thought to himself, "Shit!"

The creative boy started wondering if he should go back to college. And maybe get a teaching qualification. Not because he couldn't cut it being creative. But because teaching pays the rent.

The End? Or just the beginning of a new chapter?