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i would like my Children to go to University. in fact i'd like the Youngest to go Right Now, this morning. He already possesses most of the attributes necessary to achieve Student Immortality: an appalling diet, the ability to confuse Day and Night, and a reckless desire for experimentation of the most inappropriate kind -'he's at the top of the stairs on his motorbike again.' But there's 5 of them, and i won't be able to afford it because of the Government's Special Programme of Access to Higher Education, whereby more kids can go to college if we make it more expensive (i think i've followed that, just as i think i'm following the argument that Sarah Palin is a Feminist because she is Not a Man). I suppose, had he not had the Grant that enabled him to attend an Obscure Welsh College in the late 60s, my dad could have fallen back on his job in the Bread Factory. My mum was ambitious and bright, but if they don't have the little rubber feet on them, telephones Can slip around rather when you dial. So, 3 options: 1.Crush their Expectations of Life- inexpensive, if brutal. 2. pick the one i most want rid of for 3 years- easy, though devisive. 3.or pray that Some one Sees Sense- No Chance. My parents were Teachers for a total of over Sixty Years. These policies, and the Social Cuts that accompany them, will trap their Grandchildren in  lives of Disappointment, and Poverty. Those Bunk Beds will cramp The Boys' style somewhat, when they're in their twenties.