Wracked with angst over the fate of our beloved and horribly misgoverned Republic, the DiploMad returns to do battle on the world wide web, swearing death to political correctness, and pulling no punches.
Oh, come, Mister tally man, tally me banana Daylight come and me wan' go home Me say come, Mister tally man, tally me banana Dayli...
Starting this early, sounds like first year orientation for undergrad for Cornell U.My Alma Mater... If so, good choice.
Just paid the final tuition bill for the younger kid. If you want to get fired up, ask about the ratio of (nonproductive)administrators to actual teachers.
Amen. And don't ask about crime on campus. And don't co-sign ANYTHING involving money. And for God's sake, don't act as if you're "hovering".
I was fortunate, my Ex and I taught my daughter to read a bus schedule at the age of two and always carry 4 quarters. She was rather late once, but came back with a B.A. from Auburn. We thought it a little odd since we lived in Austin.
I put my ex on a bus once, but she came back with a divorce lawyer and took all 4 quarters of my personal wealth.
A tragic end to a fond farewell! Also empirical evidence (homing instinct) that women share many traits with pidgeons.