The last time my dear step-daughter Hanna was here, she cooked up some spaghetti, and was of course obliged to toss a piece at the wall to see if it was ready.
Hanna being Hanna, she left it there.
Me being me, it took about a month for me to notice. But then I couldn't bring myself to take it off the wall. Instead, I stuck a couple of googly eyes over it from the dollar store.
After all, Hanna works in a food truck called the "Moustache." That's run by an Iranian guy, and my Jewish step-daughter is his key employee. The other side of the story is that his most valued employee sports a four year honours degree in "Social Equity and Human Rights" from York University. The best you can do with that degree is work in a food truck, apparently.
These are tough times for kids with useless university degrees and big student loans. Hanna's doubling down on education by going back for a MSW. At least when she's done she'll be able to get a job. Pity she didn't think ahead when she signed up for that social justice and human equity jazz.
My dear son Jake, on the other hand, doesn't have to worry about student loan payments. When he was fifteen he was on a mission to read everything Eric Blair ever wrote. Unfortunately, he was never on any mission to attend classes at the GCVI, and therefore student loans for post-secondary were never an issue.
Instead, being a brilliant but as yet undiscovered musician, he was forced to do what every other undiscovered musician does in our society; get a job at a restaurant. In three years he's gone from dish-washer to being the guy who fixes your calamari!
But at least he doesn't have student loans!
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