We pay for classes that we can't truly sample before committing for an entire semester. But when a teacher is slacking, comes to class unprepared or is unwilling to accommodate discussion outside of class, we rarely complain. The friends we make, the good times we have, the things we learned, the personal maturation that shaped our four years. And maybe more strongly than they do here. Fun exists in the real world.
Friends do too.
Just nobody ever tries. Part of the problem is that we, as undergraduates, never demanded to be treated as consumers. We are the victim of our own double standards. Sure, we buy things all the time that don't work the way we thought they would. However, when that happens, we usually commit to getting it fixed, letting the customer sales representative know how we feel.