Tits on a bull
Summer for me usually meant about three days of vacation, followed by 14 weeks of crazed servitude. I attended college prior to the days when the state government looked at higher education and said, “What? Why should we subsidize that? I ain’t never gone there and I done just fine!” (Thank you, Gov. Walker. You can sit down now…). As ridiculous as it seems now to my students, a decent summer job combined with an unyielding work ethic could almost pay off the next year’s tuition and even bankroll a little spending money. Now, the only way you can pay … Continue reading Tits on a bull

