Grabbing another sandwich from the table, Greg adds, "You know your son is a terrific athlete you must be proud that his athletic skills will allow him to go to a top flight, Ivy League-like school like UM. What a moment for a dad, huh?!!"
Mr. Hoskin's smile slowly fades from his face, "What do you mean "allow" Mr. Mattison, don't you think he merits acceptance at UM based on his academic ability?"
"Heh, heh," Greg nervously laughs while quickly pocketing the rest of his sandwich, "I'm sure UM would have given him serious consideration with his 21 ACT and 3.1 GPA, but you know an athletic scholarship, well, that makes his acceptance academic wouldn't you say?"
"Mr. Mattison, if I'm reading you right, the very scores that easily get him into prestigious institutions like Michigan State University, THE Ohio State University, and the University of Nebraska, are not good enough for your stuck up, houty-touty, Ivy League wannabe school? Is that what you're telling me?"
"Well Mr. Hoskins, Michigan shares a lot of things with the Spartans, but academic entrance standards is not exactly one of them." Greg eyes nervously flit between the path to the door and the men's room where he needs to off-load those three, unfortunate coffees, "I'm sure you understand."
Mr. Hoskin's smile slowly fades from his face, "What do you mean "allow" Mr. Mattison, don't you think he merits acceptance at UM based on his academic ability?"
"Heh, heh," Greg nervously laughs while quickly pocketing the rest of his sandwich, "I'm sure UM would have given him serious consideration with his 21 ACT and 3.1 GPA, but you know an athletic scholarship, well, that makes his acceptance academic wouldn't you say?"
"Mr. Mattison, if I'm reading you right, the very scores that easily get him into prestigious institutions like Michigan State University, THE Ohio State University, and the University of Nebraska, are not good enough for your stuck up, houty-touty, Ivy League wannabe school? Is that what you're telling me?"
"Well Mr. Hoskins, Michigan shares a lot of things with the Spartans, but academic entrance standards is not exactly one of them." Greg eyes nervously flit between the path to the door and the men's room where he needs to off-load those three, unfortunate coffees, "I'm sure you understand."