Considering the job jar.

This is all very frustrating. I wasn't the greatest student.  I was a fairly normal boy student in elementary school. Supposedly blessed with a high I.Q., I couldn't spell I.Q.  I still remember the third grade class where I made a 100 on the Friday spelling test.  I had studied very hard for that test. Not at the admonitions of my parents or teachers; I did it all myself.  I remember studying hard for that fifteenth word test. And I surprised myself when I made a 100. It was Friday the Thirteenth. Ever since then I have considered Friday the Thirteenth to be lucky for me.  Luck, not study.  Thus I stayed a fairly normal boy student. Secondary learning wasn't much better. I didn't do well.  My interpretation of "The Bear" by William Faulkner was publicly rejected in senior English class.  And now I can remember the title and the author. Who does that? Shouldn't that be all forgotten by now? Revelation came to me at the very end of senior yea...