Another Existential Crisis

Approximately every three months, I go through an existential crisis considering the direction of my professional life. While the mass of men live in quiet desperation (in the words of Thoreau), toodling away life by endeavoring in menial tasks and only looking forward to the next beer, I don't want to live desperately. I need to find a career which incorporates some of my multitudinous interests. Indeed, I need to look in some of those What Color is My Parachute? books to diagnose the proper career path. How can I co-mingle interests in athletics, science, nutrition, writing, reading and contemplative thought? Perhaps it's impossible. Many times I've thought I'd like to be a public school teacher also assisting with coaching duties of various sports. However, given the little that I know of the current public school system, thanks to George W. Bush's major educational initiative, I refuse to contribute to a system geared towards teaching the youth of America how to fill in little circles. I am a considerably concerned about our direction in education: the proliferation of poor nutritional choices in schools, the lack of phys. ed. and recess, etc. To be a public school teacher with these concerns seems an exercise in frustration. Still searching.