Princeton!

You are a plumber by trade.  You've worked 12+ hour days for most of your adult life to provide for your loving wife and the five kids you raised together.  At every turn, the two of you sacrificed and saved so those kids could have better opportunities than you had at their age.  You did your best to instill in them a sense of responsibility, a work ethic, a thirst for knowledge.  You thrilled when your eldest kid got his acceptance letter last spring.  Princeton!  The IVY LEAGUE!  It's starting to feel like all your hard work and sacrifice was worth it.

Now, how pissed are you to learn that he's enrolled in Scrabble Class his first semester on campus?!  Does it matter that he got into the class only by seeking his department's permission and passing a rigorous pre-class interview?