Goodness, how depressing. I’m not unique. For years I’ve carped and carped about the educational system costing more than the average bad investment and even written fiction on how the system rewards scam artists.
Then I discovered this article in the State Capitals local rag. Which led to my non-uniqueness.
A government investigation into the nation’s second-largest for-profit higher education chain resulted in a settlement, allocating more than $1 million to forgive college loans for about 1,000 Kansas students, officials said Monday.
Education Management Corp., or EDMC, operates Brown Mackie College in Salina and Lenexa and The Art Institutes International in Kansas City, Kan., among a stable of 110 schools in 32 states and Canada. The corporation is based in Pittsburgh, and was accused of deceptive recruitment of students and of defrauding taxpayers.
They, damnit, got there firstest, with the mostest.
I’ve made a major adjustment to my winter plans. I’ve, for the last few years kept myself at home and read. You know, all those books one promised themselves, some day?
Well, that day came and I read all those books (some of which would have been best read before life got a hold of me). However, read they were, piled about the house in housekeepers way. I enjoyed them.
But, I’ve read them. This is now. I decided to take up a musical instrument I haven’t touched for years. Mmm, make that decades. My goal is to become proficient (to my satisfaction. Meaning without embarrassment).
I made the arrangements for its inclusion in my home and bought the books to assist me and even before the first lesson started I discovered that years of easy living had done wonders for my self view of life.
I found that the top beer of my six pack wasn’t up to the chore I was asking. I hurt, still do after a week of exercise. Although I can sustain eight beats now, without turning purple.
And, I have no lip. My lip hurts. I cannot control the reed. I’m seriously contemplating a #1 reed. More than contemplating. I actually ordered some.
There is hope, however. Dog is no longer sitting at my feet with his head cocked waiting for the next squawk, and mis-cue. No. Now he goes into the bedroom and lies on the bed.
It should be noted it is the farthest room he can reach.
From the reaches,