|Who Put the Moby in my Mobius Strip?|
I could present data on speech and language disorders by exposing a strain of language-pathology that renders virtuous adults speechless.
Future nursing students can train in smoke inhalation, pyromania, first degree burns, menstrual cramps, electrocution, strobe light seizures, woofer-deafness, compulsive gambling, hysterical blindness and lacerations from airborne tacos. ALL sustained by chaperones. (Although the boys at this party did require IV antibiotics when the girls gave them makeovers with cosmetics containing staph.)
Fortunately, we have a huge family with several more 14-year olds whose birthdays are spaced throughout the academic year. I already have a title-concept for one party in July: “Fudgicles and Hyperactivity in the Pre-Latency Child.”
I am calling Nick now to let him know I’ve had a change of heart. Why, my master’s degree is only an irregular-heartbeat away -- so, power to the credential, man, right on.