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Saturday, March 23, 2019
A cranky opinion for
Cranky Opinion Saturday
The following is the opinion of a cranky old man with no expertise on the topic opined. Opposing opinions are welcome, but they are wrong. As always, no name calling, and that means you, you big stupid-head!
This Cranky opinion Saturday thing is difficult when you can’t post on politics. Well you can post on politics, but if you post wrong you will be excoriated. Apparently, these days you can only express acceptable positions. If you are not sure if your position is acceptable or not...it is not.
Finally there is something in the news where I think I can safely voice an opinion.
Rich people paying to get their children into the best colleges.
There is clearly only one acceptable position to take on this…rich people suck.
Actually, rich people don’t suck, rich people that care about status suck. These parents paying zillions of dollars to get their children in the “Best” schools, suck.
The thing that gets me, is, dollars to donuts, most of these kids could probably get into very good schools, but that is not good enough for the rich. Only the best will do.
I’ve known some of these parents. From preschool and kindergarten, they hire tutors so their precious budding geniuses will be accepted to “Gifted and Talented” classes. Then they help with homework all through school. If precious does not get great grades they badger the teachers…oh yes, they do, I’ve talked to teachers!
Precious then takes “advanced courses” because these days a 4.0 cumulative average is no longer perfect, the best schools demand better than perfect, and advanced courses can do that. It’s like bowling a 300 (perfect) game is not good enough, they give extra credit for style.
After getting into “Gifted and Talented” and taking advanced courses the little darlings need high SAT scores to get into the prestigious schools, so parents pay big money for special tutoring to “Ace” the SAT’s. Sometimes they even pay big money for someone else to take the test.
If none of this is good enough, these parents apparently will just buy their little darlings’ way into the best schools.
The best way to do that apparently is giving money to coaches. Coaches can get almost anyone into school is if they want them on their team...after all, what is more important to a college program then winning at sports?
The stories that I find the most amusing are the children getting into school due to their rowing skills.
Hell, if I was a rowing coach, I might take a few Hundred thousand dollars to get some rich kid into school. How much can a rowing coach make?
I would love to hear how these coaches get these little rich bastards (many are actual bastards) into Hoity-Toity State. How do they pitch the admissions professionals?
“I need this kid, she is a great rower.”
“How did she do on her High School team?”
“How do I know, there are no rowing teams in High School…Hell, half of the High Schools in the country are not even near water big enough to row on.”
“How do you know she is a great rower?”
“Well, she has been on the water, and her parents own a yacht!”
“That doesn’t seem like enough to me.”
“What if I told you I could get you 25 grand if she is accepted?”
“Hmmm…could you give her a megaphone and teach her to yell ‘Stroke, stroke’?”
“Absolutely, she yells great.”
“Well then, she is in!”
The thing about college is, a good school will help you get a good job, but about one week into the job, no one gives a crap where you went to school. If you went to Harvard, but suck on the job, sucking caries far more weight than Harvard.
At least that is how it used to be. Now I guess if your parents are willing to fund you beyond college, they can buy your way up the corporate ladder.
Or better yet, if your parents have that much money, who needs to work? These parents are proud to support a worthless do-nothing piece of crap kid…as long as they have a degree from a top school that they can brag about.
The preceding was the opinion of a cranky old man and not necessarily that of management…Mrs. Cranky.