Corinthian Colleges’ 2014 Parthenon to be held at George Washington’s plantation? An oppressively appropriate place…
By Dahn ShaulisEvery year, for-profit Corinthian Colleges (Everest, Heald, and Wyotech brands) recruit tens of thousands of vulnerable working people (vets, women, people of color, the underemployed), selling them a dream that in many cases won’t materialize—and in worst cases, ties them up in a lifetime of debt peonage. In the process, Corinthian Colleges takes in hundreds of millions of tax dollars meant for the betterment of these people, for programs that are overpriced and undervalued.How ironic (and oppressively appropriate) that the event was held last year at George Washington’s plantation.
Corinthian Colleges also uses some of these funds for an annual event, the lavish multi-day Parthenon. This year’s Parthenon will be held in Washington, DC, from August 6-9.
Here’s what one former employee told me about Parthenon (other anonymous sources have said there was much more debauchery):
"I attended 6 Parthenons while employed at CCI. One in Las Vegas we all stayed at Cesar’s palace, one in New Orleans, one in south Beach Florida, one in Canada, and my last one in Washington DC. They are all extravagant events.
The first day there is a huge dinner and entertainment; in DC this took place at George Washington’s plantation. The following day there is always a short meeting about where the company is and going; it’s never more than a couple of hours. Then you are free to sign up for one of the many events offered. There is free flowing alcohol at EVERY event.
Each attendee was given a Visa card for him or herself and guest, to spend the following day: $50 each.
The next day is usually that stupid game… if I remember, it’s a family feud time thing, with expensive prizes given to the winners. The final night is the Parthenon ball, which is always formal, with a huge dinner, dancing, drinks. At each Parthenon there is a DVD made, showing highlights of all the events. I probably still have a couple lying around. There is always one guest speaker at one of the day time events… guess they were supposed to motivate everyone. There are gifts in the room each night when you return for you and your guest.
The employee pays for nothing other than guest’s airfare. All meals, alcohol, hotel, transportation to Parthenon, and all events, spending money, gifts, and activities you can participate in are taken care of, including tips.
The location varies year to year. One of the first years it took place in the Bahamas, a couple of years in Mexico. At one of the Parthenons, I won two round trip tickets on American Airlines to anywhere in the continental United States. I can honestly say hundreds of thousands of dollars are spent. You are even given custom luggage tags for all your bags.
In all my years with CCI, I must admit I loved going to Parthenon. You are treated like royalty. The one that took place in D.C — for the awards night — the room looked as if it had been decorated by Hollywood professionals. It was that spectacular! I had never seen anything like it except in movies.”
Is there Hope for Esperanza? for #Adjuncts?
As #adjuncts, we hear too many stories like this about our #students in need, but they never get less painful: thank you, @USinjustice, for sharing this with us.
Yesterday was a tough day. I won’t bore you with all my personal problems, but I want to tell you a story about yesterday.
After my second class of Intro to Soc at Camden County College, I was looking through my email and opened one message from a student at Camden. Her name was Esperanza.*
In the email, Esperanza told me she was sorry that she had to drop my class…her fiancé had been shot and killed, and her son was in the hospital with a gunshot wound. She wrote that she would return to school next year after her son had healed. I felt so sorry for her and asked if I could tell her students what had happened and if they would pray for her. She said that it was ok.
In between the emails, I took a look at my attendance sheet; Esperanza had been to class every day except for the last two. And yet, I wasn’t sure who she was. Perhaps I’d recall her if I saw her face.
I wondered if I would have known Esperanza if I hadn’t been teaching seven courses at three colleges (in two states) this semester. I was used to getting to know many students when I was teaching four or five classes. But I needed seven courses to be able to eat and pay the rent.
Adjuncting for a living is dehumanizing, not only for adjuncts, but for the people they are supposed to teach. There is an effect; there are so many effects. Not knowing Esperanza or her peers enough, is one.