Friday, February 27, 2015

I was mulling, this week and for some time before, off and on, being young(er).

Which is impossible, I know, to place my youth in present time. I started to say place my youth in this space, and reflected it would be impossible either way. That aside, however, I was mulling young people.

In particular the young folks in a university north of me. They were mildly upset over their college tuition being bumped up to include  dra-mama care. Given that young people protest just about anything I got to wondering what they really had to protest; after all dra-mama care was desirable. Wasn’t it? After all the silly smuchs voted for him and wanted CHANGE – fundamental CHANGE to America.

So I mulled upon the subject and tried very hard to limit the rumifications to just health insurance.  And came to certain conclusions.

1.  Young must stay on a parents health insurance to age 26. That’s about the length of time most seem to be through high school and college (other than the professional students, of course. The professionals seem able to prolong to age thirty or thirty-two, or so.).

2.  So the college board charges the student more for more dra-mama care and probably gives them the bronze package. That makes up for the states refusing to give the university more money to allow faculty a pay raise.

3. By getting the student to pay more in the dra-mama care, the university can hand the student a bronze package, tell the world they care for their students.

4. By getting the student to pay more into dra-mama care the university can say this ORGANIZATION is insured and put their faculty onto the plan – which should allow the faculty to exempt themselves from paying their own separate plan.

5. And allow the faculty to select the the GOLD plan for faculty – paid for by the university, who in turn, charges the student.

From all of which I concluded that while the student had a thing to protest mildly, they didn’t have a clue as to what and how much they really needed to protest. Which means that if you wish to learn and succeed or fail, don’t go to school. You’ll only be led about by the nose and sympathized with and allowed to pass.

Which is an easy way for a faculty to insure job security. After all, if they fail, why they need more education, send them back to us and we’ll retrain them for you – at additional cost to you.

I know, I know. Don’t mull. It is impolite.

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From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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