<p>1970s. I never thought about where I would go to college until I met with the school guidance counselor senior year. She said, “You’re applying to HYP.” I said, “Really? Okay, I guess.” I applied a few other places, too. U Mich was my safety. I submitted the applications and didn’t think about them again until April when the acceptances came. (I got in everywhere I applied.)</p>
<p>I remember my father showing me the tuition bill senior year. It was $5400. I don’t long for my lost youth, but I do long for prices in the four figure range…</p>