At 29, I decided to become a teacher. I was pregnant with my daughter and needed to do something practical with my Arts degree (silly me for thinking that a tertiary education would open doors! I was even sillier for thinking doors would open for someone with an ordinary Arts degree!). I had always enjoyed school, and I figured the hours – including holidays – would be conducive to being a single parent. So when my daughter was 3 months old – for two and a half years – I studied for my Graduate Diploma in Education. And I emerged