After all those years of schooling, you're finally ready to start your career as a music teacher. Too bad it's taken this long for you to discover you're tone deaf.

The only teaching gig you could find was at the maximum-security prison. On the upside, their men's choir can really harmonize...when they're not trying to kill each other...or you.

You're teaching high school Spanish because that's what the principal said they needed, but your real joy is teaching the choir, wind ensemble, and marching bands. Now if you could only get them to pay you for it.

You have a comfortable job teaching and running the music department in an upper class suburb near your house. You love your job, the kids in your classes, and feel fulfilled as a teacher.

You've won music teacher of the year five times in a row and are revered by your peers whenever you walk into an auditorium with a band. You teach at the most prestigious private school in town. Your bands win competitions every year and you make a six-figure salary doing what you love—playing and teaching music.