i come from humble beginnings, i am not ashamed that my family are poor. i love them for who they are. Tito Frank’s last words to me in the year 2001 when i last saw him was, I am not rich in money but I am wealthy with my children. I have a dozen first cousins from Tito Frank’s seeds. my life is full of children, not my own but luckily and fortunately, i have more than a handful of nieces and nephews to love. i can’t help but worry the thought of what obstacles the future generation has to look forward to with the increasing cost of education in a public school setting- consider cutbacks of well-trained educators laid off, and whoever is left in the system are dumped extra courses with students paying for a 2 in 1 course that should have been 2 different classes in separate semesters with well-trained educators. i wonder about what kids are learning in schools that look more like prison with bars than an educational institution. i know this because my old high school in Alameda, California looks like this now, it didn’t used to have bars to fenced around the school grounds. why?? who’s keeping who safe?! the word ‘student’ would not be a fitting term for those attending, it’s like being treated more like pre-juvenile delinquents. furthermore, a friend recently shared and calculated the number of years left to pay off a graduate degree educational loan in the first developed world of the USA. i groan and moan just thinking about the many number of years that i have left to do the same.