This weekend I've been working on an extremely interesting paper titled "Health Care Financing". Yea, I know...contain your jealousy and envy. Interestingly, I found myself quite drawn into it once I started writing and now have a 450 word affair that I somehow have to cut 100 words out of in order to meet my prof's specifications. (For the record, I'm officially at that point of tired where I have to sit here thinking "Is it speficifations or specifications?").
Said paper is an assignment from my "Writing for Health Science Careers" class. The only problem I'm having is that my teacher wants this to be an OPINION paper, which would be okay except that I am incapable of stating only my own opinion and nothing but my opinion on the given subject. I have this insatiable need to argue against every single other opinion out there, which I'm pretty sure is what caused the current too-many-words thing I have going on. The horrible part is I'm not even close to being finished with it. All I know is, if Liberals would stop trying to force universal free health coverage on us, I wouldn't have to tell the world why their plans won't work, and my paper would fit within 350 words!(At last, I've learned how to blame everything on the government). Seriously though, how many times does socialism have to fail before we finally realize that it doesn't work?
Moving on. I have been presented with the opportunity to visit a very old, very dear friend of mine in FL on Memorial Day weekend. He's stationed at an AFB right by the ocean. Oh my cow I would get to see the water! We're talking about going to Disney World while I'm there, as well as dressing up in 50's fashion for an evening out, simply for the fun of it because we both love the glamor of that era. I think it will be a wonderful weekend, with the only exceptions being the 340% humidity and prehistoric-sized insects (and here you thought those were alligators in the swamps)that come with visiting the South
Airport security should let me board while carrying a shotgun loaded with buckshot when I say "I'm going to the South. This is insect repellent." If they've been there, they'll understand and wave me on through without a second thought. If they haven't, I'll henceforth be writing a blog titled "The Prison-Issue-Canvas-Slipper Wearing Conservative".
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