Hell yeah, but then, I was lucky enough to go to Antioch.
Located in the middle of fucking nowhere in Ohio. work-study has been mandatory part of the curriculum since 1920. At the time I was there (class of '80), you did a semester’s worth of work in 10 weeks, then had to get out of Dodge and work. Ideally, in your field of interest/major, but not necessarily.
The school worked to help place students, but many would strike out on their own.
How you got there (and the jobs could be anywhere) was your problem.
Where you lived was your problem (although a rudimetary “database” of available/short term rentals was available for particularly popular cities.
How you got to work was your problem, as was feeding yourself, clothing yourself and, well,…everything else.
By the time you graduated, you could be dropped anywhere, any time, and do quite well, thank you. Besides such fundamentals as money management, punctuality, and such, you learned how to think on your feet, read people and situations and most importantly, that you can meet your needs with a little effort and cunning.
As a chemistry major, I:
Did construction in portland OR and Houston, TX.
Was a migrant apple-picker in Washington state
Worked for the Red Cross in Bethesda, Maryland
Research Assistant, Xerox, Webster, NY
Research Assistant, MIT. This is where I was exposed to a then-obscure branch of analytical chemistry in which I’ve spent the last 25 years.
Thanks, Antioch!!!