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Four careers Clone!Jack considered, and the one he chose:
Four careers Clone!Jack considered, and the one he chose:
#1: At first, he gave serious thought to join the Air Force again, ASAP. But... well, he knew that that was just about him missing his home and his family – and those were gone forever, for him. And, that night he got drunk on a stolen bottle of scotch, he admitted to himself that it was also about him feeling insecure and out of his depth (which, when he sobered, amused him no end), and that re-joining the Air Force wouldn't really help with that.
So he chose to resign himself to the fact, that although he'd loved to fly, and would, literally kill to go through the 'gate again, he wasn't going to join the military.
#2: With the military out of the picture, he started looking around, wondering what else there was on the table. He looked into astronomy, because he'd always loved the night sky – less so since actually going 'out there', but it was still something of a passion for him.
He abandoned that thought when he realized that 1: he was still looking for something that would get him recruited to the Stargate Program sooner rather than later and 2: astronomy was really boring, when done properly.
#3: On career-day, he had no clue, and had picked up a brochure for the police force without any real intent, but before he had time to react, he'd been recruited. Sure, the guns and the excitement drew him, but seriously... all that paperwork and reports and forms filled in triplets and quadruplets. Yeah. He'd rather shoot himself.
#4: Crunch-time was getting closer, and after a brief, desperate flirt with his old masters' in psychology (quickly abandoned when he realized that this would require him to actually talk to nut-jobs on a permanent basis), he tried his hand at archeology. Sure, he was no Daniel Jackson, but hanging around Daniel all those years had actually rubbed off a little, and it didn't look quite as mind-numbingly boring as he'd thought at first.
Then again, while you got nicely dirty digging, all the recording and the painstaking excavations of old garbage (which it was, literally) wasn't anywhere near as much fun as Jack really wanted in his life.
#5: The thing he ended up doing, for years, wasn't something he actually considered. He almost fell into it.
The local youth-organization had a sports-program, and when they needed an assistant-coach for hockey, they – naturally – talked to their best player. Who just happened to be Jack. And when the coach quit, just before Jack graduated from high school... well, it was only natural, wasn't it?
So Jack became, for the second time in his life, something of a jock. Only this time, he decided, he wanted to do what was right by those kids. So he decided to become a teacher.
It turned out that he was quite good at it, and the kids loved their teacher. And when the SGC called him, 10 years after he'd left and offered him a chance to be an intergalactic teacher, being one of a select team to get the Jaffa Nation and a whole host of lesser and greater nations started on their own school-programs... well, he wasn't going to say no, was he?
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Gee, Jack bores easily, doesn't he? LOL
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Jack bores extremely easily. But archaeology and astronomy I know enough about to know he would find himself bored to tears with. The stars are pretty to look at - but Contact shows it like it is. Lots and lots (most of the time entire lives) of waiting around for something great to happen. And history is so exciting - so long as you don't have to spend weeks digging out ancient trash inch by painstaking inch and then draw, photograph and conserve. Lather, rinse, repeat. Then cover the whole thing up and go back to look for a grant that may or may not appear, so you can return again the next year to do the whole thing all over again.