College Is Too Cheap

You can tell when someone’s speaking from the heart from the size of his index card

 

UPDATE, 10/17/12: In our haste to post this, we missed some details. Reader Brad Hutchings points out that the subject of our post studies exercise science at Adelphi University.

 

Yes, too cheap. If it were more expensive, say 3 times as much across the board, maybe people would then step back and ask themselves the education cost-benefit question they’ve been avoiding all these years.

 

Against our better judgment, yesterday we watched an uncomfortable-looking Statistic (his name escapes us) ask the two men vying for the presidency a question related to the price and importance of college. (Every American should have the opportunity to go to college, don’t you know.)

As a 20-year-old college student, all I hear from professors, neighbors and others is that when I graduate, I will have little chance to get employment. What can you say to reassure me, or more importantly my parents, that I will be able to sufficiently support myself after I graduate?

Because both men want to get elected, they each delivered a variation on “You worked hard, you deserve a good job, college should be more affordable for all Americans, and my 5-point plan will ensure that…” It’ll ensure that our attention switches to the competing baseball game on another network, is what it’ll do.

Neither Mitt Romney nor President Obama asked the awkward and uncomfortable young man with the bad posture any of the following questions:

  • What are you majoring in?
  • What are your grades?
  • Can you read and write, or if I go on your Facebook page will I see a grammatical killing field?
  • Are you grinding, or do you drink a lot and smoke a lot of pot?
  • No, seriously. Come on. You get drunk a couple nights a week, don’t you?

But the candidates didn’t even have to respond to the question with questions of their own. They could have been more direct:

“I can’t. I’d like to think that the job market will improve by the time you graduate, but your future employment is not my concern. Honestly, it’s not. It’s your concern. And your parents’, it seems, but if you want to be an adult entrusted with the responsibility of voting then maybe you should be standing on your own.

“Kid, the real world is unforgiving. 8% of Americans are out of work, thus 92% have jobs. The odds are in your favor. Lots of people in your graduating class are going to get hired. The ones who don’t are going to be the least employable ones.

“So, all this reduces to whether you’re hirable. You obviously don’t have any real world experience, so it’s going to take grades and specialized knowledge to make money.

“You’re probably a liberal arts student. No, that’s not a comment on your nebbishness and your demeanor. Nor is the word ‘nebbishness’ a comment on your palpable Judaism. The reason I think you’re a liberal arts student is that you’re worried about your future. Go ask the kids majoring in engineering and math if they’re concerned about getting hired. It’s like the old joke, ‘What do you call the guy who graduates at the bottom of his med school class?’ ‘Doctor.’

“So let’s assume you’re majoring in English, sociology, something like that. Then you’re screwed. But I’m older and smarter than you, and I live a pretty comfortable life, so I must know a little something about this. Listen to my advice. You’re almost certainly not going to act on it, but at least I’ll have answered your question.

“Get out. Get out now. Drop out of school immediately. You go to school where, Hofstra? That’s like $32,000 a year. Drop out and find yourself a trade school. There’s one in Chicago that practically guarantees its students jobs. These students are getting hired before they graduate.

“The catch is that you have to give up on your dream of being a professional nothing-in-particular, and commit to something more concrete. The kids in question are getting hired as machinists. You don’t appear to be the kind of person who likes working with his hands, but as you pointed out, the job market is rotten. And the most satisfying lives are often the ones that diverge from the original plan.

“Best of all, it costs next to nothing to go to that school. $89 per credit hour for people who live in the district. You’re from Long Island, so you can probably find a similar and similarly priced college close to home. Hell, you can live with your parents. Work part-time to cover the $89 per credit hour, and you can emerge from this with

  • No debt
  • A well-paying job waiting for you.

Conservatively speaking you could make $45,000 out of the gate, and tons beyond that with overtime. After a couple years, you’ll be making a lot more.

I’ll say this again: you’ll be carrying zero debt, notwithstanding what your parents have already thrown away on college tuition. Read the example from the guy at the end of that last story, the father with a son who’s a budding machinist and a daughter who’s a teacher with a 4-year education degree. Her student loan debt is 15 months’ wages.

But yeah, the son’s collar is blue. And he never had the ‘opportunity’ to go to college. So he’s the loser in this scenario, by some crazy measure. Meanwhile his sister will be in debt for the rest of her life. Well, maybe not her life. But even with the most diligent financial planning – which she hasn’t exactly executed up until this point – it’ll take her at least 5 years to pay off those student loans. After that, she’ll be…a teacher. Not a profession with a lot of room for financial growth.

That, or you could fix airplanes or learn to operate machine tools. You know, actually make tangible stuff with a tangible benefit. Get rewarded handsomely, if not richly, and make yourself employable for life. And, one more time, no debt. Believe me, personal debt will affect every step you take as an adult. The deeper it goes, the worse it’ll get for you. Avoid or minimize it now, and you’ll breathe that much more freely than your counterparts. You’ll be able to build future wealth – investments, etc. – that the Hofstra anthropology class of ’14 won’t be able to. Because they’ll still be paying down student loans while working service jobs.

Does that answer your question?”

Your Time Is Worth Something

“Give up my seat? With pleasure!”

The other day, speaking with one of the few personal finance bloggers who doesn’t want to see us drawn, quartered, and fed to narwhals, we got on the topic of public transportation. (Alright, it was her. She’s a sweet gal: don’t hold it against her that she associates with us.) We each concluded that we’d rather crawl wherever we were going until our knees were bloodied and infected than get on a bus.

When you’re 11, riding a bus (solo, anyway) is awesome. You’re away from your parents, and you have the freedom that your 10-year-old sibling who’s stuck riding with mom and dad doesn’t yet enjoy. Sure, where you can travel is still limited (by the bus driver, the connecting routes, their schedules, your curfew), but if you’re plucky enough you could theoretically hop a Greyhound to Belize and start a new life. Even if you don’t, public transportation still beats the hell out of being stuck at home or in the passenger seat of your mom’s Scion.

But you know what happens? Most of us grow up. We want wheels of our own, giving us a new kind of autonomy that that 11-year-old bus rider can barely comprehend. Hopefully, you haven’t forgotten this yourself. Wherever you’re reading this, there’s nothing to stop you from getting in your car at 3 a.m. tomorrow and driving wherever you want to. That’s a liberty that most of us take for granted, so much so that we don’t even bother thinking about exercising it. “Are you crazy? I have to work that morning and I’d be dead tired. Can’t show up at the office groggy. What will people think? Besides, I was out late last night, almost 7 p.m.”

What does this have to do with money? Everything.

Those of us who drive do so because we like self-determination. It’s not that we necessarily like paying $4-something a gallon for gas, sitting in traffic, nor burning fossil fuels and turning the planet into a premature Venus. The last of those is irrelevant, and the first 2 aren’t even up for consideration. A car lets you go wherever you want, whenever you want. For that degree of freedom, $4 a gallon is an unbelievable bargain.

Most of us don’t live in Manhattan (thank God), Tokyo or Singapore. There’s no subway station outside the door. And even if there were, we’d still have to share it with people. You folks who think that riding public transportation is the greatest gift you can give to the planet short of buying carbon credits don’t know what you’re missing.

Did you know you can save $12,000 a year by not owning a car? Gas, insurance, repairs…

So you’re saying that for just $12,000 a year, I can come and go as I please? Have somewhere to store certain stuff as I run errands throughout the day? Keep warm in the winter and cool in the summer? Listen to music I like while going where I’m going, as loud as I want? Go on a roadtrip next weekend?  My God, cars are the most amazing deal ever. You just said so.

We’ve progressed pretty far as a species, but the fundamentals of off-roading via public transportation continue to elude us. Buses and subways traditionally steer clear of sand dunes, mountain passes and 4WD roads.

Transporting cargo. You know what you can do in an SUV that you can’t do on a bus? (No, aside from that. Grow up.) Go to the supermarket and buy a week’s worth of groceries, for one thing. How you central business district metropolitans can survive carless, and thus limited to the amount of groceries you can carry in your hands, is beyond us.

The only reason to take the bus is if you don’t value your time. Drive 20 minutes somewhere, or take an hour including multiple transfers to save a portion of that $12,000 a year…it’s up to you. Now if you’re a kid who’s too young to drive, your time is pretty worthless anyway. You still have decades ahead of you, which you can squander first by going to college, then by paying off student loans. Besides, if you’re under 16 you have no choice in the matter anyway.

Those of with places to go and people to see – you know, adult interests – realize there’s only an ever-diminishing finite time in which to get things done. Knowing that, why on Earth wouldn’t you do so as efficiently and quickly as possible?

An advanced city is not a place where the poor move about in cars, rather it’s where even the rich use public transportation.

– Enrique Peñalosa, former mayor of Bogota

The best part about pithy quotes? You don’t have to elaborate on them! Like the ones attributed to Einstein (World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones, if bees die out humans will follow them within 4 years, etc.) While losing nothing in the translation, the above Twitter-friendly sentence (8000 or something retweets) is simultaneously provocative, unexpected, and devoid of sense. Rich people don’t sacrifice autonomy and self-determination, neither to have a boss push them around nor to wait for a bus. That’s what makes them rich. 

The next time an idealistic idiot tells you that driving cars is a social ill, run him over. Driving and maintaining a car says that your time is yours to cherish and make the best use out of. Taking the bus says you’re poor, a manipulable automaton, or both.

I am the Very Model of a Modern Budding Billionaire

 

With apologies to Gilbert, Sullivan, and anyone else who’s ever done a parody of this fruity song

 

I am the very model of a modern budding millionaire

I’d rather look for opportunities than wallow in despair

I’ve never fallen victim to some technical analysis

Nor have I failed to execute, resulting in paralysis

My wealth is less connected to my natural abilities

Than to buying assets and to selling liabilities

I put in place a mechanism sure to make my net worth large

Instead of cursing God, my job, the darkness and the man in charge

 

I don’t obsess with shaving pennies into fragments minuscule

Nor spending hours clipping coupons like that Simple Dollar fool

Franklin said that “Time is money”, something few folks know nor care

I am the very model of a modern budding billionaire

 

Before I chose a college, I determined where I’d be years hence:

Implementing my degree, or serving food to dames and gents?

Instead I learned a trade and started earning from an early age

While others still have student loans, and barely make a living wage

“Education isn’t optional, it’s vital in the marketplace.”

Tell that to all the 30-somethings renting modest living space.

You studied English, incurred debt, made failure inescapable

Yet thought you’re smart! The irony is stark. You’re quite incapable.

 

I wasn’t always building wealth. My VISA had a balance thence

Of $13,700.47.

I forwent spending, paid it off, and only then came up for air

I am the very model of a modern budding billionaire

 

 

I got approved to buy a house, a modest little bungalow

Found renters to pay all the bills, enriching me and my cash flow

Kept them living in it, bought a 2nd since the price was low

And did it through an LLC, thus lowering the tax I owe.

I’d rather spend my money on investments that’ll let it grow

Than squander on extravagances bought and financed just for show

You drive a Benz with diamond rims? You must be rich, or want it so

I’ll ask the guy who sold it to you. After all, I think he’d know.

 

Leave money on the table? That’s the quickest way to poverty.

(It’s right there on p. 70, the final words in Chapter III.)

I borrow to invest, and not to finance castles in the air

I am the very model of a modern budding billionaire.