Some of my best memories of life at the University of Pittsburgh occurred on the international floor of our residence hall. It was a place where you could hear three languages within ten feet, and where I first met British students who were studying in the States courtesy of their government. (Thanks John Major!)
Meanwhile, when I decided to study in England, I had to take a semester off and save up by working double shifts at Chili's. (Thanks Uncle Sam!) As someone who narrowly avoided dropping out of college because my folks couldn't afford it, meeting students who didn't have to worry about the cost of education was eye-opening.
More than a decade later -- as I dutifully write checks for student loans that are still in five-figures -- I envy my British peers, one of whom went on to get a gratis doctorate from Cambridge.