<p>You little rebel, dstark. Did you give him a rasberry to go with that snub?</p>
<p>I was one who was told she could go anywhere–but had the offer withdrawn after I started (hello? Whacky parents !) . I made up the difference myself–ultimately paying for half of my private undergrad university–through loans, workstudy and taking a year off and RA and every other conceivable scheme short of grants or scholarships-- cause you know–they don’t give scholarships to rebellious hellions whose parents can afford the school. LOL. I paid for half and then I graduated into a profesion which is is notoriously low paying, especially if you want to work for the glitterati. </p>
<p>Once again–I chose to take the crap money deal for the chance to be surrounded by brilliant peers and teachers. It was sooooo worth the low pay. I never had so much fun as I did when I was a broke apprentice working with the most amazing peer group in New York City. Wowza. I remember paying off the loans every month–but I don’t remember it killing me. </p>
<p>I am sure it DID kill me some months–but I managed to put that memory in the compartment where all my money ‘freak-outs’ go. That’s a pretty big compartment, I have to say, after twenty one years of running my own business in three cities on two continents. In my life, it’s not a good year if there haven’t been one or two epic money ‘freak-outs’. That’s becuase I am continually taking risks.</p>
<p>Like Sir Branson, I make that ‘Screw it! Let’s do it!’ choice over and over again in my life. I’ve sent my sons to fantastic schools–from primary onwards–and I have scraped the money together. I’ve sent them on Gap Years I would have dreamed of. </p>
<p>I believe in jamming in those learning experiences between the ages of 17 and 28. I got to see and learn so much during those years, but still, it wasn’t enough. I dawdled during key years because I didn’t know any better–because my parents were scared scriptless.</p>
<p>That said, I don’t cry in my beer about HYP or any of that other Top 50 hair-splitting business. We’re not finance or law people. I don’t care about Goldman Sachs–even though my cousin made a cool $40M after startng a career there. I’m in the arts. My jazz factor is not sitting on a pile of money. </p>
<p>If my sons are in a great city, in a mid-to-large sized Top 50 private, they are going to get a great education. I can count on that because I know many academics who like to live in great cities. I know provincial cities have a harder time attracting sexy faculty. And I know that my sons love to learn. They will find the best opportunities within their schools. The path might be slightly tippy–especially freshman year <em>ahem</em> but they will right themselves and rise to find the best.</p>
<p>I shouldn’t even be in this conversation in all likelihood. I would promote the better city over the better ranked school or scholarship. I’m a city snob. Sue me!</p>