In University there was no "Principle's Office." When sent to Coventry, the President wrote you personally. He was truly moved with anger, but the thesaurus did not seem to support his premise adequately. Charlie's letter to the Dean of Admissions requesting special treatment, (political and unabashed,) had not been well received.
The school was an Athletic powerhouse, and Alumni loved to contribute to the cause. Since the school was officially Governmental, he had merely suggested improving profitability by applying for a Charitable Institution license. Then the Alumni could write the contributions off, on their taxes, as Charitable Contributions. Other than that, by his calculations, his own per semester outlay multiplied by the number of students in the school, divided by the number of Professors OUGHT to adequately feather everyone's nest (who was in on it,) in four or five semesters. They could probably even go into Academics if they invested in a laboratory, some salts and alkalies, and hired research Staff. The research should go well too; all you do is have the PhD students deliver lectures, as _well_ as grade the tests.
Charlie sighed. The letterhead was genuine!
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