I think about my path to where I am, and it's a bizarre one: Undergrad majors in archaeology, biological anthropology, and forensic anthropology, minors in creative writing and political science, master's in biological anthropology/evolutionary biology. The majority of my training essentially prepared me to tromp out into fields and dig for Native American tools, tromp into forests and search for the bodies of murder victims, or delve into caves and dig for early human ancestors. I've done all of the above at various points, but right now I'm teaching classes ranging from anatomy to the history of science to basic chemistry and physics for nonmajors, and in eight years of teaching I've only taught two anthro classes. That said, I do feel like what I learned informed how I approach the things I do teach, and how I look at day-to-day life, so I don't regret it for one second.