What are you? Do you tell them at the cocktail party, or let them guess?

“So what do you do?”
In my younger days I used to dread that question at social events.
It often felt like my occupation defined me for those who asked.
Did you ever get that feeling?

Recently I attended a party where “Joe” was present.
Joe said he was a teacher, and that encapsulated “all that he was” to the very “fancy” group of engineers.
Their stereotypical rendition of what a teacher “does” quickly placed Joe in a box that they could understand.
So what “is” a teacher?
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