Commentary
I started at UCLA in Fall 1977, after graduating from a public high school in North San Diego County, a mile inland from the beach. There was never any doubt where my twin brother and I would go. Berkeley, UCLA, Santa Barbara, and the others formed the best public university system in the world. They had sports, too, and parties and pretty girls, we thought. And there was something else: the cost. In my family, a private institution such as the University of Southern California was out of the question. At UCLA that year, tuition was $500.
