That’s utterly horrifying!
My schools ensured I had the vitals, but instilled a need for aesthetics. Strong and safe always were first, but how it looked to the public also mattered.
I went a path far removed from my first infatuation, but I do love a beautiful piece of what I term “mobility art”.
I was only impressed by ONE instructor in that college, and he was despised by his “peers” because he had an accent. He is, to this day, the smartest man I have ever met.
Toward the end of my career I had a number of times the opportunity to serve as a legal consultant as part of a team analyzing What Went Wrong. I really enjoyed such forensic work and analysis.