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Infographic by College Scholarships.org

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  1. Ms LizSeptember 6, 2010 at 11:21 PM

    OK, I gotta admit. I didn't know any of this, and I find it very disheartening. As a Sallie Mae ...."Victim" isn't the right word, maybe "one of the deceived" would fit better... Right, as one of the deceived of Sallie Mae myself, I look forward to the day that I have kicked old Sallie out of the house and never see her again. She is my last debt to pay, good riddance ya old nag.

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  2. UnknownSeptember 7, 2010 at 12:33 AM

    You forgot a point sir, and that is that government employment (the GS system) greatly inflates the importance of college degrees in it's hiring practices. A typical requirement would be something along the lines of "Must have a degree or 15 years practical experience".

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  3. Erick HaightSeptember 13, 2010 at 6:16 PM

    Good point. I've long thought that we as a K-16 educational system have given up on vocational training that could put someone in a job more quickly and directly than the current system of meandering directionless "liberal arts" curricula. And thanks for calling me "sir."

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