At the University of Washington, there are kids with Lambos and Ferraris.

I was well-read, at least in the field of scifi books!

I don't recall anyone's parents flying in or them flying out for vacations. You might see them dropping their kid off at the beginning of the year, or picking them up at the end.

I eventually got a car for my senior year, but it was my beater Mustang from high school I'd rescued from oblivion.

But, just because I didn't notice these things, doesn't mean they weren't there.