Whenever I find myself on the subway, I'm careful to pack a book. After all, living in the Bronx, I've discovered that staring at people can be a life-threatening mistake; besides, life is short and my reading list is long.
Every so often, though, I make a mistake and forget. After I finish reading all the advertisements in my subway car, I will, occasionally, surreptitiously check out my fellow passengers. While many of them are generally checking out a novel of some sort, an equal number usually have their noses stuck in a school book.
It's cool to see so many people working on their education. Of course, the vast majority of them are studying to become geriatric nurses, which is a great idea given that the Baby Boomer generation is rapidly approaching old age. After all, these are the people who have demanded special attention for most of the last sixty years, and there's no reason to expect that they're going to get any less selfish as they take the slow walk into the great unknown. (For the record, if you're looking for job security and a good wage over the next twenty or thirty years, you might want to learn how to change bedpans and dispense Geritol.)