The Broken Soldier

I start Harvard Grad next week. Distance/online. Two courses: History of Psychiatry and Phil of Science. Should be fun.

Tomorrow some old honkies will gather in a room to decide my worthiness to receive Vocational Rehabilitation and Employment funds. Eligibility and suitability are the laws guiding them, but of course, no one in government in MI seems to know the laws governing them. The main shit bag I suffer has some real dicked-up ideas about university and the subjects that interest me.

He suggested all sorts of irrelevant shit. I can’t earn a Harvard Grad degree in Physical Anthropology because in my condition I can’t play Indiana Jones. Because of my condition, and an implication that because I’m just a dumb Army guy, I won’t be able to compete with my colleagues in the program. “They’ll run circles around you.” were his exact words. Funny. The notes in front of him showed a Shipley over 120 and a WAIS at 174. Not too many on the planet who can run circles round me academically. (Sorry detractors, I know you hate it when I talk about myself that way. You can blow me if it would make you feel better.) Now His Intransigent’s bullshit has shifted to ‘out-of-State.’ Higher costs and what not. Though the courses are mostly online, and cost the same regardless of location.

You know, at this point I don’t give a fuck what they decide. I can come up with the money. And frankly, relying on the government for anything is like relying on the retard at McDonald’s to get your ’special’ order correct. You’ll be disappointed and choking on onions? Making up a simile on the spot is hard. Fuck you people. Just playin’. I love you all so much.

On a side note, my revision is approved but not yet scheduled. I’ll keep you all abreast of what develops.

Peace,

Tsemi