Casey, Paul, and I were three friends graduating from college having accomplished nothing. We were all as different as our majors, and just as useless. Casey had a degree in social work, though he was the only graduate from the program who didn't really want to change the world. Paul had a degree in marketing, but he had yet to grasp the concept of a legitimate business. I was good at French, so I majored in it.
We sat on the beach while our graduation ceremony took place downtown. I was glad for one less opportunity to trip and fall in front of tons of spectators. None of us had gotten "involved" at UWM during the previous seven semesters, and graduation didn't really seem like the best time to start. I did try to join the baseball team one spring, but the athletic director informed me that I had missed the fall try-outs. I couldn't imagine fall try-outs for a spring sport.


Paul decided to break our silence with one of his usual observations. "I know you two don't give a rat's ass, but I wanna make some bank. We should go into business together. I could easily create an internet porn site with my computer."


"That's been done, Pauly," Casey reminded him. "We need to ... wait a second! I bet we could put an ad in the Onion, and plenty a chicks would get naked for us. Hey Bri, you got that expensive camera and Paul's got the computer."


"Godammit, guys," I interjected. "I know neither of you are about to get naked with the girls, and only hard-core porn sells on the web. Back in high school I thought I'd really make something out of myself, and now this!"


"What the hell do you know?" asked Paul. "You have a degree in French. My sister told me that French girls don't shave."


"That's it!" I exclaimed, not paying much attention to Paul.


"Hairy French girls?" demanded Casey.


"No, man, high school. That's our business." I had to let them in on an idea that just popped into my head. "Haven't you guys heard about that school choice charter voucher thing? Well, why don't we open up a school! Just the three of us. Let's say ninety kids, thirty each."
"What are the numbers?" asked Paul.

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