Most people’s first experience of a university campus is like a soundtrack, a mix of a roommate’s music blaring in the distance, the clatter of a shared kitchen, and that inevitable fire alarm at 3:00 AM.

Stepping off a plane at JFK or Newark with that university acceptance letter in your hand, you know, the ultimate rite of passage, it’s a pretty thrilling moment.

Just think: the allure of checking into a swanky boutique hotel, being greeted by the promise of a crisp white bathrobe and a daily turndown service. It’s an enticing proposition that initially feels like the ultimate academic base.