Have to disagree with you, Saddleworth. She should simply go into it clear-eyed. Nobody goes into teaching or nursing to get rich. Speaking from my own experience, teaching, when it's good, is really good. When you've done a class that's been good, and you know it's been good, and the students have given a lot back to you, you walk out with a feeling of elation. Conversely, of course, when it's bad, it's really bad. I've had some zombie classes in my time — it's like the Night of the Living Dead. But I can honestly say I've virtually never been bored. (Perhaps the lads and lasses have been, not for me to say!).
Now I'm careful about drawing on my experience, because for forty-five years I only taught in universities. I realise that this is in no way comparable to a secondary ‘sink’ school in an inner-city area where teachers can sometimes be threatened by pupils with knives (I've had friends that that's happened to once or twice, so I'm not lifting it from the Daily Mail or something). But there are irritations, none the less — mainly colleagues that you have to work with and who are utter arseholes, and extremely disagreeable relations with the administration, in one or two universities.
As a matter of fact, I retired in 2019 at sixty-five, went through the two Covid years, took stock, and found that I was missing it. So after two years I have come out of retirement to do a few hours per week at a local university. I shall have had an Indian summer of three years (you've got to go at seventy, and that actually seems reasonable to me), and it has been downright glorious. It's also been a bit handy to have that bit of money to beef up my pension at the end of the month.
It so happens that I was the first and only person in my family — on either side of it, maternal and paternal — to be a teacher. I did do other jobs before it for a few years — both labouring, and office jobs. There was no future in the labouring jobs, obviously, and the office job I was in for a couple of years was just a way of frittering my life away. The only thing that really kept me going during that couple of years was going up to Maine Rd on the Euston special.
Only person in my family to be a teacher, and proud of it. Would not have chosen any other profession.