Okay, let me tell you about Pitch Wars and fees. I grew up poor. P-O-O-R, living in government housing, poor. My family is intergenerationally poor, which is a real fancy way of saying we been poor as dirt since we ran away from the Potato Famine.
We have 0 (ZERO) college graduates. We do have some union plumbers. But most of us have worked service industry jobs and scraped by and made do. I joined the Army to try to break that cycle of poverty. We didn't have the money for college, and I was afraid of loans.
(Borrowing money against money that doesn't even exist yet is fscking terrifying when you're poor.) So, no college for me. I got kicked out of the Army for being queer, and came back to my poor ass life with no prospects. I got a job at the same cafeteria where my aunt & grandma