A Day in the Life of Chaos

When I was in college trying to graduate on time I had a problem.  Somehow in four years of study I had managed to amass credit hours from four different institutions all in the pursuit of a Bachelors of Arts degree in History and Political Science.  Anyone who has submitted transcripts to an admissions office knows what an arduous task it is to gain credit acceptance for the most esoteric subjects that just don't seem to fit in a different curriculum.  When the vast collection of transcripts mailed from distant colleges arrive on the admission's officer desk, they sit like Caesar in a gladiator arena and judge everything you have done.  One by one they give thumbs up or thumbs down to the hours of course work you have dedicated a large portion of your life to and enormous sums of money. In my case I was fortunate to attend an expensive private university that while leaving me with mountains of debt proved to be quite accommodating.  My accumulated transcripts from Anchora

I had originally intended to write this as a forum for the discussion of stress and anxiety yet life often takes many twists and turns and the genesis of this blog is certainly no exception.  In the weeks that it has been fomenting in my mind the anxious demons of a young man have evolved into an indictment of our educational system and one pissed off father. My son is exceptional.  I know every parent feels that way but for me he is a treasure.  When he was a newborn I held him to the sky and then I looked into his eyes and I told him it didn't matter what he became in life, just be an honest, good and kind man.  I placed him in his crib and like a fertilized plant with lots of rain watched him grow.  Before my eyes he changed and became a young man.  His brain blossomed in the colors of creativity.  Every day he proved himself to be becoming everything I wished for when I held his new born body in my arms.  More than I wished for.  Every day I am with him and every moment wh