I lived in south east Idaho during some of my high school years and worked for a local potato farmer. During the fall break, I would work 18 hours a day driving potato trucks, and pulling dirt clods from conveyor belts.

If the work was not done by the end of the break, you could get excused from school for as long as needed to finish. Kind of weird priorities for the area if you ask me.

And yes, it was just as glamorous as it sounds.