After four years of college and a shiny new degree in Biological Oceanography under your belt, you take the first job offered to you—on the Scientific Council for Inner Mongolia—and spend the next decade dreaming of the ocean breezes while stuck in the Gobi desert.
You spend years of your career trying to capture video of the elusive giant squid, and retire with the world's largest collection of murky water film to show for it.
You earn a master's degree in Geological Oceanography and earn a solid (or liquid) living locating oil reserves for a petroleum corporation.
Your research over the years earns you the respect of the scientific community and you spend your later decades teaching young would-be Oceanographers at a cushy post in a major university.
You make a major scientific discovery—how to reverse global warming—and reap praise (and millions of dollars) from an adoring public. Including plenty of penguins.