The border is overwhelmed by Central Americans claiming asylum. But what are you going to do?
After all, that’s how high school students apply for Harvard admission. Their parents drive them hundreds or thousands of miles to Cambridge, MA and then they mill around for months, living in the Harvard dorms, while Harvard’s admissions committee carefully checks out their credentials. It’s a nightmare for Cambridge residents, of course, but whaddaya whaddaya?
What? They don’t?
Harvard instead insists applicants apply from their own home over the Internet or via the mail?
Seriously, the government’s system sounds like how you’d apply to the Sorbonne in 1482. “Yeah, I’m taking an oxcart from Nantes, and then the University of Paris is going to put me up with this guy named Quasimodo until November or maybe next year while the faculty thinks it over.”