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Many
Americans are considering new careers or just transitioning into abject poverty. The best selling book this year is Welfare for Dummies.
These are
the conversations heard throughout the USA on the first day of class in Trade, Technology,
or Vocational schools.
See what
students are saying in Embalming or Sky Diving class. The
entrance applications are stringent: Your check must clear the bank before you
can start class.
Notice the
advertisements that pop up around this article. Are there some vocational
schools advertised? I thought so. You can train to be an x-ray tactician or
maybe just look like one.
Trade
School Class. You and I will observe the first day in class. We’ll kneel
beneath the window to record these precious first day comments emanating from
our modern vocational universities.
Tech school
students are a special breed. Some are just out of high school and some never
finished. They are there because Mommy and Daddy can’t afford college costs or,
more likely, their aging dependent was Gifted Challenged.
Adults also
make up a section of the student body. Some have been laid off from work and
some are just worried that they’re going to be laid off next. A few have quit
before daily frustrations made them dispatch their manager. One or two have
actually shot their bosses and have some time to kill before their trials
starts.
Tech school
students once included many spiritual adventurers in search of something
meaningful for their essence to bathe in, seeking some sort of Epsom Salts Soak
for the Soul. These early searchers have not been seen since the 1980’s when
the seminars finally ended on finding yourself.
By the
1990’s everyone had found themselves and returned home to check on their
marriages.
Now pay
attention, you may get a quiz on this. Let’s get started on our field trip. The
following are what you hear on the first day of class:
Embalming
School: Hey, this guy is dead!
Massage Therapy
School : No, No, No. We don’t ever touch
there!
Knife
Sharpening School: OW!
Academy for
Hearing Impaired Cadets: WE CAN’T HEAR YOU.
Juggling
School: I’m sorry but you’re in the wrong room. The accounting class is next
door.
Travel Agency School : Is Canada a state?
Manicurist School : You in the back row. We don’t use
our teeth to trim toenails.
Air Traffic
Controller School : Don’t be so hard on yourself.
Cessna’s don’t count.
Brick Wall
Construction School : These instructions are just
guidelines; nothing is set in stone.
Cigar Making
School : Monica Lewinsky, we don’t need
your kind in here.
Document Control
School : Today our special surprise guest
speaker is Oliver North.
Lab Mice
Breeding School : Now where did I leave that Minnie
Mouse centerfold?
Cooking
School: Most of you wouldn’t be here, if you didn’t have a burning desire to
cook.
Prisoner Interrogation
School : Please. No cameras, Mr.
Cheney.
Sky Diving
School : Please leave your book bags and
back packs at home. We don’t want another mistake like that to ever happen
again.
Thank you
for your participation today. Please put your pencils down. This delightful blog
is over.
Bob Simpson
Massage
Travel
Manicurist
Air
Brick
Cigar
Document
Lab
Prisoner
Sky
Bobsimpson1947@yahoo.com