Coloring Your Purse

My professor made some really good points about universal health care last night. And most of the kids in my class (yes, I feel 29 when I'm in class... and 29 feels way older than it actually is) did not make good points. I tried to listen to my professor and decipher whether or not I agree... but the girl next door was knocking, ever so persistantly, on my annoyance door. You know, when the person doesn't stop knocking and you have no choice but to eventually crinkle up your mouth and wish they would just stop speaking. Forever.

"I don't think the government should pay for health care. They should pay for day care."
"My sister's roommate blew smoke in her face when she tried to quit smoking."
"In real estate school, I learned that Delaware has the highest cancer rate. I'm concerned about that because it's so close to NJ."
"I pay for my husband, myself, and my three year old on my part time job benefits. And it's really expensive. $110 every other week."

Then she pulled out her markers and colored. She colored her purse (ruining a perfectly adorable red leather handbag) and then she drew a circle and colored it. And around it.

And I wanted to cry. Well, maybe not cry... but I would have liked to toss something at her to make her stop making a fool of herself.

And that's what I remember from class... not the details of universal healthcare that I had not yet considered in whether I agree or not with the concept. (I do remember enough to say I think it may not be the best idea for this country.) Nope, I recall that she went to real estate school.