<p>Move this post to the Cafe if it doesn't belong here, Moderators, please.</p>
<p>Thought I'd share a true story from last year. Am switching the college names to like schools for privacy reasons.</p>
<p>Friend of mine was very proud to have the first generation to go to college as her son. It's been a rough ride for the young man, as it was for her. Her father is a well to do business man who owns a good abount of property and building around here. Self made and lives very modestly despite his holdings. He has traditonally given his graduating grandchildren a brand new car, something that has not always had the best outcomes. My friend told her father they would prefer that he paid the money towards her son's college expenses. In a fit of generosity, maybe a few drinks too many, and certainly an ingnorance in how much a private college education costs these days, he proclaimed (on video tape, no less) that he would pay for any of his grandchildren's college educations as long as they pass their courses each term. </p>
<p>Son was accepted to St J's among other schools, so Grandpa, mom, dad and student all went to check it out one last time before Granddad paid the deposit with great flourish. Though he was somewhat shellshocked at the price of a private college he was still game. They stayed overnight at a nice hotel, enjoyed a nice dinner and bought out the campus bookstore. </p>
<p>And then, he cleared the waitlist for P College. One of his first choices which he had pretty much forgotten once waitlisted, and mom had mailed the waitlist postcard without really much hope given the number of kids on it. It was also a reach school, so even being waitlisted was an honor as far as the young man was concerned. So of course, he HAD to go there. Mom was not thrilled. They had visited the school early in the process and the young man seemed to have no firm reason to go there and was mixing things up about it with another school. So, she took two days off from work, and she and Grandpop who was footing the bill joined son for the road trip.</p>
<p>Of course, he was adamant that this was where he preferred to go. Another deposit check, another night at a hotel, this time not so much enthusiastic spending at the gift shop. That was over a thousand bucks in deposits within a week and nearly that amount in making the trips, not to mention lost work time. The old man was livid, grousing that "those running this racket are the biggest thieves, he's ever run into. That even the crooks in his business gauge you less," He went out and got drunk that night proclaiming that the higher education racket is where the big thieves are these day. They blackmail you with your kids and grandkids as their hostages. </p>
<p>My friend pitched the waitlist acceptance to the first choice school in the trash that she got the following day.</p>