“This is the fifth college you’ve attended.”
That was true. The first had been Brown, and he’d only gotten into that Ivy League college because it was Father’s alma mater and he was extremely friendly with someone high up in the administration. That couldn’t make up for Wheat failing almost every course—the freedom had gone to his head, and he’d partied when he should have been studying—and Father’s friend had had a private conversation with Father, advising him it would be a waste of money for Wheat to remain at the university.