It’s the time of year when students are heading off to college all across the country, and we start seeing the perennial “Is College Too Expensive?” articles popping up everywhere.
I had such high hopes for the things we’d be able to do to help students. I remembered all too well what it had been like to be ill-equipped and subsequently (and also needlessly) graduate with more debt than I knew what to do with, and I was confident I could make a difference.
Cruella de Vil is alive and living in San Francisco.
Financially, it was a plainly hideous decision, but it was the right one for me.
Of the $1.19 trillion in student debt in the U.S., 40 percent belongs to graduate students, who account for just 14 percent of the college population.
Most people attend college to get started on a career path. I also went to college for a job, but in a more immediate sense: I was headed toward the door of my high school, floating on that superior feeling of the final days of senior year, when the guidance counselor stuck her head of the office and hailed me by name.
Mizzou just announced that it was changing its health insurance program, giving grad students 14 hours notice to find other coverage.
During the final semester of graduate school, I announced a new career plan. I wanted a job that paid $50,000 a year.