We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I liked 'em all. "Your rights end where my feelings begin" reminds me of my grandfather saying to me that "My rights to swing my fist stop short of your nose," while waving a fist in front of me. Got the message across rather well. Different era, different concepts- unfortunately.
I feel sorry for the new grads for both their bad economic prospects and for the way that one can now get through college with a lot less work than in previous years.
[See surveys on time spent studying. Granted, some of this is because one can more easily write a composition on a computer than on a typewriter, but that doesn't explain all the difference. Not by a long shot.]
The people in charge of our campuses should have never let that happen. Which is one reason why many of us do not have a good opinion of the way colleges and universities are currently run.
Methinks, that woman was one who got over the first rise (over the first rise granted her right to her own accordin', accordin' to Leag's ground rules for wives and concubines.) when her feelin' pained.
She's a little older, now but feelin' sounds like her and she's
Reminds meself of "don't you love her madly.......as she's walkin' out the door."
Like to see enthusiastic runnin' for nearest rise, too.