We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
If memory serves, the reading list for entering freshman in 1980 was "The Education of Henry Adams" (99% sure), and "Pudd'nhead Wilson" by Twain (75%) sure, among others.
Adam's book, fusty as it was, served as a sharp wake-up call to my jejune, midwestern self that I was expected to accommodate myself to Harvard, not the other way around. They certainly weren't going to cater to my prejudices and limitations.
I read more interesting and certainly more important books in high school. Maybe the kids should just go to a good high school and call it done. If that reading list is an indication of the quality of the education at Harvard, they are wasting their (parent's) money.