In four years, I encountered Benjamin Ladner all of three times, and this was three times as much as the average student, and only because I was a member of the Student Confederation. I enjoyed the lovely chef, and the backyard parties with the waterfalls and koi. All held in a house that cost well over a million dollars.

But it was ok. Because here I was hoping that Ben Ladner was out doing something important for the school. Well as it turns out, he wasn’t. He was frolicking around having fancy-shmancy dinners and sending his chef to Paris for lessons, getting first class tickets on overseas trips, and using a chauffeur to get his dry cleaning….

[S]tudents use the AU SHUTTLE to get their dry cleaning. Tell Mr. Ladner that he should have learned to do the same. Also mention to Mr. Ladner that while many of his students' parents may have some kind of money, I'm pretty sure that money was to be used for their students, not him and his pan-seared foie gras-loving ass.

I want my damn money back. Sorry, my mom wants her money back and she wants it back now. And while you're at it, supplement my income. Mr. Ladner lives in DC off my parent's money. I should too.