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Standing Tall

In a time when college education is needlessly expensive and is now unable to offer the full campus experience, making an extension of the public high school seems pretty smart. 

The pandemic actually forced the mayor and the Home Run team to push forward the auto-admission and scholarships earlier than intended. Originally, there was a slower rollout planned for each piece, but with the shift to remote learning, financial insecurities, and cancelled senior year events, Mayor Cabaldon wanted the current seniors to get the admission letter and the free tuition “come Hell or high water.”    

I have visited Sacramento a few times and nothing about it stood out as remarkable. It's no San Francisco or Los Angeles atleast for people who are just visiting. But this move to provide every kid a chance to get post secondary education does make it stand out from the competition. One success leads to the next

Mayor Cabaldon has big plans for this new aspect of the Home Run program. In the future, “when you come home from the hospital with your baby, I want you to get a stork basket from the city that includes your child’s future college ID card and a facsimile of a savings bond,” he said. Through simple and cost-effective nudges, West Sacramento is changing not only individual education and career goals, but the mentality of a whole community. “Post-secondary education is our North Star,” said Mayor Cabaldon, “It’s going to happen.”  

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