I started studying and was baptized about the time I got a BA in English. Their were no jobs for English teachers at the time, I ended up taking care of lab animals (I job I'd had earlier working for my Dad). Almost ten years later I went back to school to study accounting in a one year intensive program.
The elders counseled me not to do it, but I guess they couldn't DF me for it. Looking back, I think that was the start of getting out, which happened five years after I got the accounting certificate.
The accounting career worked out well, for the most part. I'm glad I did it. I made up my mind to leave listening to a talk about the evils of higher education at at a CA. My children were going into their teen years and I wanted better things for them. That was in 1988.