Alleviating the Inequality of the Student Lending Market
The day I received an acceptance letter to Yale should have been a day for celebration in my family. Instead, I was congratulated and then told that I could not go.
My parents didn’t attend college. Their parents didn’t even attend high school. They all dropped out after sixth, seventh, or eighth grade. Higher education was not something my family had planned for, much less saved for.
After more debate, my father finally relented. I graduated with a diploma from...