After graduating I worked as a cook and teacher at a very small boarding school on Martha's Vineyard. At it's peak, I think there were something like 20-30 students, but while I worked there, there were no more than 10. I cooked lunch and dinner 7 days a week and taught one literature class to two Japanese students who were preparing to enter New England prep schools in the fall. It was a prep school prep school. I earned $300 every two weeks plus room and board plus I got to see Martha's Vineyard. It was a great job.
The school was a very large house in the town of Oak Bluff. The owners, students, one other teacher and I lived in the house. A third, the supervising (and brilliant) English teacher, live elsewhere on the island. All the students and the other teacher lived upstairs. My room, large enough for a bed and small desk, was downstairs a little off from the kitchen. I wasn't really hired to teach — I was hired to cook, and clean up around the house.
I told you all that so I could tell you this.
One late afternoon, after classes and a trip to the beach, I was in my room reading with the door open. Hidehisa, one of the students from Japan who would be starting his freshman year in a month, appeared in my door. He held a plunger in his hand and told me "Time to work Zak!"
Looking at this page of code in front of me I'm reminded of that day.