full of moxie and viscosity

I'm going to be a teacher someday. The thing that keeps running through my mind about teaching is that it's so selfless. All other options in my life would point to selfish ends; if I were a singer, it would be for the money, for the acclaim, for the fame; a graphic designer, for the same reasons; writer, perhaps a little less for the money, but still for the acclaim and the fame. I know that I will forever be an artist, it's not something I get to choose, but really, I find that jobs based on that kind of feedback are both flighty and unsatisfying unless the feedback is exactly what you're looking for. So the whole teaching thing makes sense to me on a long term level because it's based on the needs of others, and based on what I can bring to them, rather than what I can prove to people about myself and my abilities.

I can't be let down if I'm a teacher. Cindy Loo-who's legs swinging in happiness over a game on Mavis Beacon means more to me than fifty thousand screaming fans, a bestseller and award-winning webdesign. And that's not something I can foresee changing about myself. It's going to be forever challenging, forever selfless, and never, ever about the money. The fit is mildly ridiculous.