I believe she is still a DAZ PA. It's just she is no longer a DAZ employee.
Took vocational training in HS which back then was considered "retard school"printing it was and where I learned photography. Went onto college despite no being college material by their admissions office as a Specisl Student for a year to prove them wrong and during which time I'd did bringing in grades of A's and B's before finally getting fully matriculated in the Photo Illistration program at RIT.I am so envious! We didn't have anything like that in high school. Unless you consider shop kinda similar. Not that girls could take shop though. My elective choices the last semester of my senior year were ... home ec (/shudder) and typing (/shudder). That was it. Since I had to take two electives, that's what I took. And hated every minute of both classes.
Going into high school, I wanted to be an Oceanographer. Until I took biology (killing a frog devastated me) and realized I'd have to take chemistry. Oh the horror stories I heard about chemistry. I also had concerns about things like sharks and blood in the water. But this was the 60s, and things like that were never discussed in any career information. Being an only daughter, it also wasn't discussed at home, and with a male guidance counselor ... I was going to ask HIM about it?!?
So ... then maybe ... a teacher? But again, being female, my guidance counselor put absolutely no effort in encouraging me to go to college or in helping me find scholarships. While my year younger brother got all kinds of help and was able to attend a private and expensive college because of scholarships.
/WHINE!
Now ... besides Oceanography, I also loved art. But ... that wasn't something that was ever encouraged by anyone, and art wasn't really treated as anything but a filler in school. It didn't help either that I didn't want to go into commercial art, but wanted to do fine art. Oh, an apprenticeship would have been divine!
I absolutely believe vocational training programs ... as well as apprenticeships are essential. Most jobs/careers out there are better suited to students going through an vocational / apprenticeship program rather than a four (or more) year degree. We'd have far fewer students graduating with $30,000+ debt. How do you even start "adult" life when you already owe $30,000?!?
Yes I was very fortunate. We moved to South Burlington, Vermont when I was 12 which was a very wealthy community (we lived a bit on the wrong side of town if you know what I mean, coz we sure weren't rich but I did get to take advantage of this very wealthy and progressive public school system. The guidance counselors there were great and very helpful, regardless of what career one wanted to pursue. This was in the 70s. There was a 4 city communal vocational training program there then for many different fields. Also we were beyond gifted with a fabulous artist/ art teacher Jean Carlson Masseau at SBHS who was so instrumental in my growth as artist. Yes I got a lot of very luck breaks in my life for which I am very grateful.
Yep. I'm pretty sure my tail is long gone because of the cold. -35C in the middle of winter here isn't unusual, at least for a few weeks at a time...with a hard wind we can get down to below -50C. More typical would be -20C with the windchill factor making it -25C. Funny thing is, depending on what I'm doing, I don't really notice it. If I'm stuck standing in the icy -25C wind filling up my car with gas, I notice it and complain about it. But going for a walk by the river on a sunny -25C January day is beautiful.
-50 Yikes! I found that when I was working if it was a dry cold then -25 was cold but tolerable, but if it was damp or windy it was just wicked to be out in and it depended a lot on whether you were sheltered from the air currents or not. Of course there's also a big difference between being out for a walk for an hour in it, and having to spend a 12 hour shift outside. The worst for me was having to stand still in -20 to -30 weather on a windy evening to do bag searches... an hour not being able to move to warm up a bit and out in a wide open space where the wind would whip straight through...