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January 8, 2015
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Time to Stop Skyrocketing College Tuition Costs!

Rising medical costs have long been in the public eye, and for good reason. Over the last thirty-five years, medical costs have grown at a rate double that of inflation. With wage-earner income remaining essentially constant, the burden on the average person shot up six-fold.

At the same time, public college tuition skyrocketed over twelve times, nearly doubling the rate of medical increases. Like heart disease, the “higher education silent killer” has already taken its toll—$1.3 trillion in student-loan debt that has limited access for millions of people and greatly curtailed their economic purchasing-power.

The chart below graphically exemplifies this travesty:
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Tracing the Consumer Price Index from 1978 illustrates the three-fold inflationary surge. As the most prosperous nation in the world we’ve adjusted to these costs. Had other national indices paralleled these increases we would have avoided the recent recession and would not have had to pay for the stimulus package.

Private university tuition during this period escalated ten times, more than tripling inflation. Yes, that’s right, the percentage increase for public university tuition ballooned at a higher rate than that of private universities!

Trying to address these costs, the federal government increased Pell Grant funding by a whopping 1700%. But, because of the spiraling costs of higher education and the soaring number of students, the amount of the tab covered by these grants dropped from 72% to 34%.

Horrific as these percentages may be, the dollar impact on individual students was even more exorbitant. In 1997 Pell Grants paid for 72% of the costs for students attending a public university. The remaining $688 was paid for by students. By 2013, the federal contribution had dropped to 34%. (Had university tuition costs followed inflationary rates, students would have paid three times the $688 or a total $2064.) Instead, due to skyrocketing tuition, the average student at a public university paid $8655. Geez!

1997 University Tuition 2013 University Tuition
Federal Contribution Students Paid Federal Contribution Students Paid
Public 72% $688 34% $8,655
Private 35% $2,958 15% $29,056

During this timeframe universities did nothing to change. They plodded along like the proverbial dinosaur acting as if nothing had changed. Corporations faltered and failed. Kodak almost died. General Motors was too big to collapse but it did.

There are countless ways in which higher education could reign-in spending, starting first with how personnel are evaluated—assessing staff by the value they add, measuring faculty by the qualitative learning they produce, and evaluating leaders by their budgetary effectiveness.

Inside the academy presidents could take simple cost-cutting actions to reduce the bloated size of mid-management. They could apply the same concepts to reduce inefficiencies in the way faculty loads are determined. Add-on curriculums could be streamlined; thereby, eliminating deadwood-courses taught by “retired-on-the-job” professors.

Similar changes must be made in big-time athletics. The most recent five-year study found only eight universities of the nation’s one hundred and twenty-five largest programs made a profit. The rest of the institutions drained millions of dollars from their university coffers.

Governors and state legislators need to tie new funding to cost-cutting measures. Board members need to demonstrate greater fiscal responsibility. Budgetary expertise should be added to the selection criterion for presidents and annual financial training made a condition of employment.

The federal government, too, has failed miserably in its role to serve and protect the best interest of the general public. There are no checks and balances for higher education. University tuition increases are simply passed onto students, mushrooming student-debt levels even more.

Some members in Congress have called for “forgiveness programs” in an effort to reduce the loan burden on student, but no one has proposed “common sense” changes that build upon our core values. Such thoughts are not outlandish. For example:
• Ballooning loan default rates could be greatly curtailed by turning the process over to the IRS.
• Rather than following a principle of one-size fits all, Pell Grant awards could be adjusted higher for fully-qualified students. (Today, over half of the students entering college are underprepared, needing to take at least one remedial course in reading, mathematics or writing.)
• Pell Grants awards could be pegged to inflation so when an institution raises its tuition above the norm, awards to students would go down. (When students start walking it won’t take long for universities to get the message.)
• Significantly more emphasis could be placed on the use of college work-study opportunities: thereby, lessening the amount of loans and encouraging students to earn more as they go.
• Incentives could be built into Pell Grants that encourage students to graduate sooner, focusing subsidizes on graduation requirements rather than elective courses taken for the fun of it.

Clearly, higher education must face its fiduciary responsibility, but without external motivation from Washington, little change will be forthcoming from our great universities. It’ll be more of the same—business as usual—escalating costs, less opportunity for students and more debt.

We can’t afford to risk the demise of one of our country’s greatest resources. Action must be taken to reform higher education; once again, making high quality education available to all who qualify. Pass this information on to friends and colleagues – – and let’s huddle together to develop a plan for bringing the financial management of higher education institutions back under control.

Les Cochran, Former President
Youngstown State University

November 27, 2014
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Happy Thanksgiving, Laptop!

Trademark: The Red Fedora

Trademark: The Red Fedora

I have a lot to be thankful for this year. Sometimes we just need to think about how fortunate we are to have our family and friends.  My year didn’t start so well when I learned that my new left knee was infected.  I won’t bother you with the details, but I can thankfully say I am ending the year in much better condition than I started it.  In addition to being thankful for physical recovery, I am thankful for the nursing care provided by my wife and the support and encouragement from family and friends.

While recovering from three major surgeries, I certainly learned that the laptop computer is appropriately named. For several hours each day, I sat with the computer in my lap while I worked on Costly Affair, the second book in my “love, lies and liaisons” trilogy.  It certainly helped the time pass quickly and enabled me to meet my publishing deadlines (I set my own!).  Happy Thanksgiving, Laptop.  You, too, are very much appreciated.

October 12, 2014
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The Real Les: Elementary

Les ovel jpg.jpgJust for fun, I will periodically be sharing some of my childhood stories.  I’ll label this down and dirty information “The Real Les.”  The first in this series takes place when I was in elementary school.  My legal name is Leslie and that is what my mother called me when I was young.  In the old days a male called Les was either Leslie or Lester.  Today I go by Les otherwise people might think I am a girl!

First Grade

By the time I started the first grade my long blonde curls were gone. I was quiet and shy (would you believe that?).  I never raised my hand and only spoke when the teacher asked me a question.

In the first parent-teacher conference of the year, the teacher praised me.  “Leslie is such a nice boy.  He’s so attentive and always has a smile.  I don’t understand how he does it … all of the children around him are so disruptive; yet, he doesn’t say a word.”  My mom was pleased.

As the semester ended, the teacher wasn’t so complimentary.  “Mrs. Cochran,” she started, then paused “I don’t know what to say.”  Mom frowned. “I’ve discovered the culprit of the disturbances around Leslie.”

“Oh,” mom said.

“Leslie is the instigator.”

Mom paused then smiled. “I’m not surprised.”

Third Grade

In the third grade I scored lots of points with other parents by playing the lead role in the school play. I said my lines perfectly.   Mom was so proud.

At the intermission, the lady next to her asked, “Don’t you just love that little girl?  I wonder why she is wearing brown crepe-paper hair.”

Mom bit her lip unwilling to share that little girl was her son.

Fifth Grade

In the fifth grade I demonstrated new skills.  Even though I was the shortest boy in the class, I ran the fastest and could catch the ball better than anyone else. My new teacher had noticed that.  But the parent-teacher conference that year was not about my athletic ability.

Mrs. Earhardt questioned, “Has Leslie had a learning problem in the past?”

Mom spoke slowly. “He seems to understand things but he’s always been a little slow.  In his last school he was in the bluebird group.”

“Did they have tracking?” the teacher asked.

“Yes,” mom admitted.  “The Cardinals were the brightest group. Robins were the average kids.  And Bluebirds were a little slower.”  (They’re now called special education.)

“How many schools has he attended?” the teacher asked.

“This is his eleventh school in four different states,” mom said, apologetically.  “We traveled a lot during the war.”

“Interesting,” Mrs. Earhardt said. “I’ve never seen a Bluebird with his kind of athletic ability.  Would you mind if I do a little research on him?”

“Of course, if I can help please give me a call.”

A few weeks later Mrs. Earhardt called. “Mrs. Cochran,” she started then paused.  “Leslie can’t read!”

Mom sat motionless; she didn’t say a word.

“I’ve analyzed his scores closely. He almost ways gets 100% of spelling words right and all of his addition and subtraction problems are correct.  I figure he memorizes the words and the math tables.  The giveaway was his poor scores in storybook math problems and social studies.”

“What do we need to do?”

“You’ll have to get him special tutoring. He’s too far behind to catch up in school.”

And so, my mom did.  She took a part-time job for the next two years to pay for tutoring (two afternoons a week after school and Saturday mornings) for the next two years.

* * * *

 Today I’m a former university president who’s become a “steamy” novelist . . . can you believe it?

~ Book Signing Event: Sunday, October 26, 5-7 pm. Front Street Grill, Beaufort, NC ~

 

September 1, 2014
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It is a “Costly Affair”

 

Costly Affair

 

Hey, hey, hey – – today is the day! 

Costly Affair, book two in the trilogy, was released today.

Hmm . . .as you may imagine,  there are even more loves, lies and liaisons for you to read.  Isn’t it hard to believe that a university president would live such a tumultuous personal life and yet be so successful professionally?  Well . . . having been a university president . . . I can truthfully say . . . anything is possible.

Costly Affair takes place in North Carolina at Mountain State University where Steve saves the financially troubled university, builds a luxurious convocation center and proposes marriage to a wealthy (and beautiful) media guru named Lizbeth Webster.  Hot!

Hardcover and paperback are available now at Amazon.com  Kindle and other e-book versions will be available soon.

I will be forever grateful for anything  you are willing to do to share this information with your friends via Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn and more.

Thank you!

August 21, 2014
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NCAA’s Two-Step Placates Few: Time for the Big Dance

StadiumRemember Saturday afternoons and the big football games—homecoming, parties, dances and rallies—what could be better?  Student tickets were free and alums found a reason to return.  Student-athletes went to class and graduated in four years.  They earned their scholarship by working on campus.  Players had personal responsibilities.  And so it was . . . fifty years ago.

Today, nothing is free, it’s big business!  Students are charged an athletic fee or pay to attend.  Tickets for alums cost hundreds of dollars.  Players come and go on their way to the NFL.  Some athletes stay and a few graduate.  The coaches are there to win; nothing stands in their way.

Earlier this year the National Labor Relations Board ruled Northwestern University football players were employees, and had the right to unionize.  During the last week, the courts ruled against the NCAA, allowing college players to receive compensation for the use of their names and images. Then, the last straw fell when the NCAA caved in to the “Big Five” conferences, allowing the ACC, Big 12, Big Ten, SEC and Pac 12 plus Notre Dame to form their own rules.

The Mythical Cash Cow

University athletics raise millions of dollars; unfortunately, the programs spend millions more.  Separating governmental, student, and university subsidies from the athletic budgets of the nation’s major programs for 2005-2009, a recent study found that only eight institutions broke even or made a profit in each of the five years.  The true winners were Georgia, Iowa, Louisiana State, Michigan, Nebraska, Penn State, Oklahoma, and Texas at Austin.

The millions lost by the other 118 Division I institutions could have been used to support academic programs.  Further, the study found the problem is getting worse with increases in athletic spending growing a rate double that of academic spending.

Proponents justify athletic spending as investment in legislative and donor goodwill, enrollment enhancement, and community relations.  To the contrary, studies find no link between winning teams and institutional success as measured by the number of applications, increases in fundraising dollars or state appropriations.

 The Ethical Charade

Nowhere in sports is the question of ethics more widely debated than in college football.  There are thousands of outstanding young men playing and some honest coaches too, but the football “macho culture” separates itself from all other sports.  Urban Meyer recently made the point when talking about his 2008 championship team.  The team was out of control. “You can’t reason with a wild animal,” Meyer said.  He was right on target—a majority of the starters on that team were arrested or suspended for violating NFL drug policies.

 Questions of ethics are not limited to the players.  Football coaches are regularly cited for NCAA violations; yet, their salaries continue to escalate. Nick Saban’s salary at the University of Alabama tops them all.  His contract for nearly $7 million per year is almost fourteen times that of the University president.  Interestingly, no one cares that only half of Saban’s players graduate.   

The Future

By their action, the NCAA has said everything is okay, give the big guys more power and it’ll be all right.  Forget that! It’s time to tell it the way it is—COLLEGE IS A MINOR LEAGUE TRAINING GROUND FOR THE NATIONAL FOOTBALL LEAGUE.  The NCAA and NFL should create a Pro Football Division. Composed of sixty-five to seventy of the biggest powers, it should be managed by a Board of professional team owners and university presidents.

Players would be paid $15,000, $20,000 or $25,000 by the NFL through a pool of dollars distributed equally to each school.  Universities would continue to pay for scholarships.  To maintain equity, Pro Division teams would play only institutions in their own division.  There’ll be no buying a win by playing a school with fewer scholarships.  Besides, there’s no reason why institutions couldn’t play each other twice in a year. The division would establish its own policies, rules and regulations, and have a multi-team national championship playoff system.

It’s time to treat football athletes in a manner they deserve and to crown a champion determined by how well teams play in the national championship game.

Guest Editorial by Les Cochran, President Emeritus, Youngstown State University, News-Press, Fort Myers, Florida, Monday, August 18, 2014.

 

 

August 14, 2014
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FUNDraising Can Be FUN!

Tin Cup

Me with Tin Cup

Asking for money is right up there with some of the most feared things people do—deal with death, experience a divorce, give a speech—most people say, “I could never do that.”

For the first two-thirds of my career, I rationalized it the same way.  “I don’t want to be a university president,” I’d say. “No way I’m going around town with a tin cup in my hand.”

After hearing me say that for the umpteenth time, my wife Lin looked me in the eye.  “You’ve been very successful in bringing about positive changes and have written books/articles about university leadership, advising others on strategies to use in changing their organizations. I think you should become a college president.”

Well, I did become a college president and it wasn’t long before I was asking people for money—big money—selling the university, promoting the cause. When I started at Youngstown State University, the institution had experienced a decade of enrollment decline.  The budget was $6 million in the red. Most employees didn’t feel good about themselves or the institution.  And worse yet, there was a bit of a down-beaten attitude throughout the community.

I had no choice; we had to come up with something new.  Obviously, with no track record or money, it wasn’t going to be easy to do.  It reminded me of one of my mother’s standard lines, “looks like you’ll have to make a purse out of a sow’s ear.”

I talked it over with Lin. She smiled and said, “You’re the president. You better get started.”

With no fundraising staff or capability, I began my fundraising career. Within months we hired a small staff, three as I recall, then met with advisers and community leaders.  The consultants we used recommended we launch a $22 million fundraising campaign in three years.

I laughed to myself knowing we couldn’t wait three years.  I still remember when I told my staff we had to have it done in three years.  They looked at me like I was some kind of a crazy man.

The first thing I learned about fundraising is you always start at the top, meaning you get the “big hitters” on board first.  For us that meant my first ask would be for a million dollar gift.  I gulped, having never raised a cent in my life.

I remember walking into the headquarters of the Cafaro Corporation.  Mr. Cafaro was sitting behind a huge desk—a cigar box on the left, everything was polished, not a thing out of place.  Behind him was the most impressive gallery of celebrities I’d ever seen—US presidents, Frank Sinatra and countless sports legends.

We chatted for a while, Vern my assistant on the left, and Mr. Cafaro’s son, Tony, on the right.  I went into high gear, selling the university and praising the Cafaro’s for their commitment to our community.  Finally, I was there— it was time to “make the ask!”

Calling upon all of my reserves, I opened my mouth.  Nothing came out.  Swallowing hard, I continued again building up to “make the ask.”  Opening my mouth, once more, I froze—nothing came out.  Not to be denied, I started again.

Ten minutes later I said, “Mr. Carafo, the university would be pleased to name the new residential complex for honors students after you and your wife.  It will be the hallmark of excellence on our campus.”

We received his million dollars and the same from seven others.  Raising over $27 million, we were able to revitalize the university and set a new tone.

I clearly learned when managing a fundraising campaign, if you don’t ASK, you don’t GET.  In my first novel, Signature Affair: Love, Lies ans Liaisons, I wrote about Steve Schilling, President of Eastern Arkansas University, learning the techniques of fundraising  and how to make the “big ask.” His nervousness was a reflection of how I felt making the real life ask in Mr. Cafaro’s office.

Fundraising can be fun. And, guess what?  I loved it.  Even now in retirement, I’ll admit, it’s the one thing I miss the most!

For more information about President Steve Schilling click here:  Signature Affair by Les Cochran  

August 7, 2014
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My Red Pen Came Back to Bite Me!

Example of my red pen obsession :)

Example of my red pen obsession 🙂

When I retired people celebrated for many reasons.  Those closest to me were relieved—NO MORE RED INK!

My red ink obsession had become part of the office talk.  I often reviewed memos and reports before they were distributed. At first, staff members were overwhelmed by the amount of red ink I deposited on their work. Later they joked about the edits and suggestions I’d make—lines and arrows, cross outs and deletes— the topic didn’t matter, there was no escape.  And so it came to be, submit your draft and get ready to weep.

I went through each sentence with a fine-tooth comb—commas, periods and questions—“What does this mean?”  At end, I’d always write—“Do what is right, I know you will.”  If the red ink didn’t confuse them, the comment did.  Several asked, “How do I know what is right?”

I’d smile, and say, “It’s your memo, do what is right.”  Of course that was my way of saying I have confidence in you.  Interestingly, not one ever let me down.

I expected the same type of editing from them on whatever I wrote.  When I’d share a draft with new staff members they were often reluctant to say much, maybe a suggestion, comma or question mark.  I would send it back with a note ‘Please return with your suggestions.’  It didn’t take long before everyone had a red pen.

Even after my retirement others in my life were exposed to my red pen obsession.  I remember the secretary of our homeowner’s association in North Carolina making the fatal mistake, asking, “Would you like to review the meeting minutes before I send them out?”

The next morning I handed him the red-soaked proceedings.  He looked at me and asked, “Did you cut yourself shaving?”

We had a good laugh and once again the red pen became the SOP.

As I began writing fiction I continued with the approach of drafting several pages at a time then pulling out the red pen and editing, editing, editing.  By the time I was ready to send the first two chapters to my editor, I had labored over them for a month and they were “perfect.”

A week later when I received the editor’s work there was MORE RED INK THAN I’D EVER SEEN!  Not one sentence survived the onslaught; corrections, deletes, word choices, sentence structure – – blood everywhere. In the margins she wrote, “What do you mean?”  “Show, don’t tell.”  “Let the characters tell the story.”

With my ego decimated, I carried the bloody chapters from the ‘operating room’ to show Lin.  She flipped through the ravished pages then looked up with a smile.  “Looks like its payback time.  Now you know how your staff felt all of those years.”  There was nothing I could say. Surely I hadn’t been that hard on them.

It took several days before my psychic would allow me write again.  This time I had a new resolve—write a sentence, a paragraph, and then a page—without one red mark from the editor.   It took several months for that day to arrive, but one night it finally happened, two pages came back from the editor without a red mark.  I ran through the house to show Lin.  “Look … look,” I shouted “two pages without a red mark.”

She smiled and said only as a wife might say, “Maybe she missed them.”  My heart sank, I’d never thought of it that way.  Rushing back to my office, I emailed my editor.

The response came within minutes.  “I was there.”

Now I knew how my staff had felt—the grief and then the relief.  They had perfected the memo and done the job; I had finally written a scene and the editor felt like she was there.

Hallelujah!

July 31, 2014
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It’s No Joke Being a Provost

Provost

        “I’m only human,” the provost said.
        “Human? You’re the provost—that’s an oxymoron.”

 

Those are the last two lines in Costly Affair (#2 in trilogy of love, lies and liaisons.)  The quote makes sense if you’ve spent part of your career in higher education, but if your response was “I don’t get it,” the following will be of interest to you.

The term “provost” has its roots in religious history. Hitler referred to the head of the secret police as the “Provost Marshal”—the Gestapo—his number two person.  From there, it’s easy to see why there’s no joking about the provost.

“Provost” came into vogue in higher education during the 1970’s when public funding began to slide.  Faculty members saw the possibility of financial cuts for academic programs—paranoia reigned supreme—the other vice presidents could out vote the academic vice president.

And so, when I was at Southeast Missouri State University my title was changed from academic vice president to provost.  It was all symbolism so the president could say I had one more vote than the other vice presidents combined.  It made the faculty happy.  I was number two, and when the president was off campus I was in charge.

That’s probably more than you ever wanted to know, but . . .  there’s still more.

As a young administer I never thought much about all of that.  I had learned early to be careful what I said and how I said it.  Being politically correct was not a problem; I knew if I didn’t choose precise words and use them appropriately, I’d be looking for a job.

I rarely put my foot in my mouth, but one Saturday I learned another lesson.  We had developed a series of workshops for the mornings before home football games.  They had gone extremely well with over half of the faculty in attendance.

When I made opening comments, I deviated from my prepared remarks (nothing new for me.)  Making eye contact with a dean, I used him to joke about a point I was about to make.  After my remarks, everyone laughed (a rarity in those days.)

The following Monday I had a breakfast meeting downtown, and didn’t return to my office until about ten.  Unloading my briefcase, I noticed my secretary standing in front of my desk, waiting to make a comment. That being a little unusual, I closed the case and looked up.  “What is it?” I asked.

“What did you say on Saturday?” she said, politely.

I shrugged.  “Nothing special, you typed the outline.”

“You must have said something.  Two faculty members have already called asking to change their early morning meetings to later in the day.  Each one indicated it was something you said.”

I couldn’t imagine what I might have said. Opening my briefcase, I went down my notes; sure enough there it was.  When I referenced the dean, I had deviated, told a short story about a factious agreement we had. “The dean knows he can pass the buck one time to me.”

She had a puzzled look on her face.  “That’s it?”

“Oh yes,” I said. “If the Dean calls before nine that’s a signal he wants me to say no to his request.”

“That’s it,” she said.  “They were coming in to ask you for money.”

I laughed at the time, but then realized people take comments from leaders more seriously than you might expect.  While the comment was in jest, neither faculty member was taking a chance.  Simple as it may seem, it’s important for leaders to realize it’s not only what you say, but how and when you say it.

Have you had a similar experience you’d like to share?

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