<p>Exactly. I know a Div III scholarship athlete who had to switch schools because the coach would not let him pursue his major. Oh well.</p>
<p>He found a school and a scholarship that would.</p>
<p>Prince…we are in agreement. Never mind 18 year olds–people view situations through different colored lenses. When an 18 year old crashes into a teacher, the best thing a parent can do is make sure that the child learns a lesson. It can be a nuanced lesson. 18 year olds are capable of understanding nuance.</p>
<p>“That teacher is a BAD BAD man!” is a useless lesson in the majority of teacher-student conflicts. That’s been my experience at least.</p>
<p>Reminds me of architecture school. My classmate told me he deliberately put his desk near mine every year–“Sitting next to you is like sitting next to a car crash! It’s so exciting!” Hey–thanks for that.</p>
<p>Now, part of my ‘car crash’ personna was deliberate stagecraft, part of it may have been ‘arrogance’–but some of that crash business ‘found’ me because of my gender and my incredible confidence in that profession. In 1975, I was the proverbial female crab-- going up and out of the (miniscule) bucket designed for female architects. </p>
<p>Who knows why my desk seemed like a car crash to my male classmates. The why of it was useless to me. How to get out of the bucket was the task at hand.</p>