Every month, money flies from my checking account to the education savings accounts of my children, because I don’t want them to become hobos. This is one way I allay my fear the world will eat them up. It’s a mark of a good parent to worry over where—and whether—his child will go to college, isn’t it?
I need to confess a profoundly un-American heresy: I question what my children will get for the money. I don’t question the value of education (though we make it a panacea for deeper ills of the soul); I doubt the capacity of most educational institutions to impart much beyond what one could obtain with, as the protagonist in Good Will Hunting notes, “a dollar-fifty in late charges at the public library.”
If that. If parents are brutally honest with themselves, they should know that they are saving to purchase their kid a credential, and the more valued the credential, (Harvard?), the more expensive it will be.
Any actual education that might occur during the process will likely be strictly accidental, more a matter of luck than of planning. Doesn’t mean that the credential won’t be helpful. Just be sure you understand what you’re paying for.