Back in the day, my little state university didn’t serve steak and it’s only extra was the $1 movie or dance once a month at the student union building. Those were also the days when it was cheaper to go to college with room and board than to stay in mom’s basement.
I was in a small town in New England a few years ago, the town was a transportation hub back in the steamboat days, but now the biggest industry was it’s college.
As I walked down streets where the “robber barons” used to live - brownstone mansions with manecured lawns, each building sporting a sign that pointed it out as a dean’s residence, an administration building or housing for the faculty, I marvelled at the weath... and it occurred to me - THESE are the modern day robber-barons.
Why not? An overgrown playground for overgrown children.
Anyone graduating from a “university” like this would signal me that he is clearly not ready for the real-world job market.
and who paid for all this?
Has the author of this ever even BEEN to Walt Disney World?