This Fight is Our Fight: The Battle to Save Working People. Elizabeth Warren
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Название: This Fight is Our Fight: The Battle to Save Working People
Автор: Elizabeth Warren
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Биографии и Мемуары
isbn: 9780008254544
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And just in case I was about to get a swelled head, she usually added, even with the news about the scholarship, “But I don’t know if she’ll ever get married.”
On Labor Day weekend before I headed back for my junior year at GW, my first boyfriend (and the first boy to dump me) dropped back into my life. He was now twenty-two, a college grad with a good job, and evidently he had decided it was time to get married. He proposed, and about a nanosecond later, I said yes. At nineteen, I said hello, housewife; good-bye, college. It was definitely not the smartest move I ever made.
Me as a college student, ready to take on the world.
But I was living in a time of second chances, and I got lucky again. Even a girl shortsighted enough to give up a full scholarship could get back in the game. Before long, I was back in school, hitting the books at a commuter college that cost $50 a semester. This was an education I could pay for on a part-time waitressing job. I saw that chance, and this time I was smart enough to grab it with both hands and hold on for dear life.
Two years later, I got my first job teaching special-needs kids.
COLLEGE IS THE way up—at least, that’s what we believe. For me, college was a chance to fly.
But for today’s college students, flying is a whole lot harder. Every time I talk with a college student today, I’m reminded of how lucky I was and how much has changed since I was stutter-stepping my way toward a college degree all those years ago.
I was introduced to Kai through a friend. In October 2016, we agreed to meet at a restaurant within walking distance from my house in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Kai was in her late twenties. As she stood up from the table to say hello, I was struck by her eyes. She was lively and interested in everything around her. She commented on the restaurant, the menu, the silverware, the dishes, the light in the room, the drawings on the wall—and that was only in the first five minutes. Tall and dark-haired, she was an impressive young woman, the kind who could take on the world and succeed anywhere.
She was more than willing to tell me her story, but she didn’t want me to use her real name because she was embarrassed about how things had turned out. We agreed that I’d also change some details of her story to protect her privacy.
Kai grew up in Colorado. Even as a kid, she’d had a plan about her future. Her dad was a firefighter, and they loved spending time together playing computer games. It was their time. She explained that she had been playing video games “since as long as I could walk.” She knew she wanted to create those games.
Kai was interested in what she saw on the screen, but as she learned more about the science and art underneath those graphics, her interests expanded. From ATMs to airline check-in kiosks to advanced medical imaging equipment, front-end designers are now walking people through more than just games; they now lead people through events across our economy. Kai knew that if she got the right education, she could land a career in a field she had been training for since her daddy lifted her up for her first game.
Neither of Kai’s parents had gone to college, and she didn’t get college counseling from anyone in her high school. She was pretty much on her own to figure out what would be the right school. She didn’t want to study art theory in a big lecture hall. Instead, she wanted hands-on work and sophisticated training that would prepare her for a real job.
Kai worked hard in school, but that wasn’t enough.
When she saw a TV commercial for the Art Institutes, a nationwide system of art schools, she thought, “This is it!” The promotional materials were amazing. “One of the deciding factors for me choosing to attend the Art Institute,” she explained, “was its focus on being a ‘career college’ that didn’t deal with the typical four-year-college experience driven by fraternities or social events.”
Kai now blasted off full speed ahead. “I wanted to be surrounded by professional artists and designers, all aiming for the common goal of making it into the industry with focus and determination,” she told me. Her older sister lived outside Seattle, so Kai worked out a way to move in with her and save on expenses when she enrolled in the Art Institute of Seattle (AIS). She was ready to take on the world.
Kai’s first two years in college were a lot tougher than mine. She got up at five o’clock every morning to catch a ferry to Seattle and then ride a bus to the school. She saw two years of sunrises, but she never complained about the early hours or the long commute. She was a little uneasy about whether she was learning the cutting-edge material prominently featured in the promotional materials, but she loved being around computers and working with graphics. To support herself, she worked part-time at Barnes & Noble. Even so, she kept her priorities straight. She attended every class and did every scrap of homework. Kai was proud of her 3.9 GPA, and she was determined to keep it up.
Sometimes on those long commutes, Kai thought about her finances. She knew she could do the classwork at AIS, but by the time she reached the two-year mark, she had already run up $45,000 in student loans. That was a lot of money.
Early in Kai’s third year, the whole thing came crashing down. The Art Institute of Seattle wasn’t like the state schools back home. It was one of fifty college campuses around the country owned by a multi-billion-dollar corporation. That corporation, Education Management Corporation, and its highly paid executives were looking to haul in big bucks for themselves and their investors by scooping up Kai’s federal student loan money.
Kai hadn’t known it when she’d started out as a freshman, but the Art Institutes were in trouble. Complaints about fraudulent promises, fake records, and programs that didn’t deliver were piling up. The Justice Department opened an investigation, and by Kai’s third year, her program began falling apart. Faculty and staff members were laid off. The program’s reputation took a nosedive. People said the credential it conferred was useless. Kai heard that AIS was shutting down the program, and she panicked. She was worried that even if AIS survived, her diploma might not be worth anything. Besides, she didn’t want to lose a year, so she went into high gear, determined to find another school in a hurry.
Kai was doing work she really loved, and she was more committed than ever to getting her degree in video game art and design. When she discovered the program at Ringling College of Art and Design, in Florida, she decided to pull up stakes and go. She would have to move across the country, and she wouldn’t have her sister to provide free housing, but her enthusiasm bubbled over. “There were more resources, more connections and opportunities,” she explained. “It was more of an Ivy League, as far as art schools go, and so there were possibilities of putting money into endeavors that supported the students’ success.”
Kai packed her belongings, kissed her sister good-bye, and headed across country to Sarasota, Florida. New school, new program, new part of the country. She could take it all on. But the one part that made her hands shake was the cost. While Ringling wasn’t part of a big for-profit company, it wasn’t a public school either. As a private school, its students have to bear all the expenses. Kai took on another $30,500 in debt to pay for one year. That was on top of the nearly $55,000 in debt from СКАЧАТЬ