I was in California on business for two weeks. TPR and my niece B accompanied me. B was about to start drama school there as an international student. We thought it important to check out her new university, not least because of the high cost of the fees.
The university building was very plush, its architecture ancient in style with heavy oak doors. Inside the rich decor included the deepest, thickest carpets. This did not feel like a drama school at all.
Then we discovered why. We had stumbled into the dental department. Extremely strict male lecturers looked down their noses at us and told us off for walking along the wrong side of the corridors.