
What would make higher education wonderful in 2019?
Zooze the Horse roams around the pasture near Lamar State College. Zooze thinks about problems in academia. Zhe wants proffies to submit posts (blog posts, not fence posts).
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You have to understand….. I mean, I’m a grown man, now, writing this. But at the time??? I was 19. That’s near a child’s age. And it’s not like I was embarrassed about my past, or about where I came from — NEVER that. But on the same token, it was just, like, Damn. Damn!! Can your boy start fresh, like, ONE time?? Can I just go to college like a normal kid, and play some ball? I’ll tell you this: there isn’t a luxury in the world like being carefree. All these people, they’ll be out here chasing money, and happiness, and this that and the third. But there’s nothing on this earth better than carefree. And that’s the one thing that I realized some of these people out there were never going to let me be.
"The problem isn’t that schools aren’t safe enough, but that students don’t feel secure enough in school communities. Emotionally healthy, well-adjusted youth don’t tear through their classrooms armed with weaponry. And we can do our part in keeping schools safe by giving out hugs like candy on Halloween, helping kids feel a sense of belonging, of welcome, and making them feel safe enough to seek help when they need it. (Of course, we can also do our part by making guns harder to access, but that’s a whole other column.)
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It's early Wednesday morning and I'm drunk now, so what do I know? But a friend of mine at a nearby college asked me to informally observe one of his classes a few days ago and "grill" him about how he does things. He wanted candid feedback from a trusted friend, not the official, useless bureaucratic shit from his supervisor. So I sat in on one of his classes and then also picked his brain about how he runs the class and interacts with the students. He's my friend and he was flexible and so I found it to be kind of fun. He bought me lunch. Fuck it, you know?
Going to Washington, DC will make them wonder whether you’ll be advising the White House or Congress. They’ll like that, no matter who’s occupying them. Telling them that you’re going to NASA or NSF headquarters will be just as good. Don’t point out how badly funded they are. Don’t point out how squalid DC is. The more colorful your stories about the Atacama Desert or the Outback, however, the better.
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"I am donating an additional $1.8 billion to Hopkins that will be used for financial aid for qualified low- and middle-income students. This will make admissions at Hopkins forever need-blind; finances will never again factor into decisions."
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"People who had experienced one or more traumas in their lives were more likely to report health problems if they did not confide in others about their traumas than if they had done so (e.g., Pennebaker & Susman, 1988). The inhibition idea was that the act of inhibiting or in some way holding back thoughts, emotions, or behaviors is associated with low level physiological work – much the way that Sapolsky (2004) or Selye (1978) thought about stress. Further, people were especially likely to inhibit their thoughts and feelings about traumatic experiences that were socially threatening. Hence, individuals who had experienced a sexual trauma would be far less likely to talk about it with others than if they had experienced the death of a grandparent. . . ."
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I'm so drunk and maybe I will regret having submitted this very brief screed to you, but I feel so strongly right now that 95% (or so) of the employees at my school are just eking out an existence. I'm not destitute myself, but there's something about the bitterness and struggle being so perilously close at all times and palpably feeling the desperation and anxiety. We live in this world in which twentysomethings are "self-made" billionaires. Mon dieu. POTUS seems so utterly unconcerned about handing over money and intellectual property to Russia, China, etc. . . . Pearson, BlackBoard, Canvas, and the others hold so much sway on campuses. I wonder how the adjuncts cannot or do not foment an uprising. Every day is mind-boggling. There seem to be more liars than ever. It just seems like something's going to snap.
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Greg was quiet and let Dad do all the talking for the most part. I gave Greg my FERPA speech, making sure I had his permission to talk about his academic life with his Dad present. He was amused by this. Then Dad jumped right in. "Greg is only here to get his GPA back up," Dad explained. "He's majoring in Manufacturing Engineering at State U. But he had some trouble with his courses, both at State U and Fancy Pants U, the first place Greg attended, and now he needs to get his GPA up before State U will let him back in." Greg's Dad had done a lot of homework ahead of our meeting: "I've looked into the classes you offer that most closely match the manufacturing engineering courses he'll need for State." He handed me a page on which he had taken copious notes and made a list of courses. "Here they are---these are the ones he needs."
Being a graduate student is like being in college, in some ways. It’s mostly different, in other ways. Fun and games make up much less of it, unless you consider doing lots of reading and homework fun---and you might, in order to have become a grad student in the first place. It’s much more professional: you’re doing a job, and you're conscious of it.
"I love giving A’s to students, maybe even more than they love receiving them... I’ve acquired a reputation as an "easy" teacher, and I love that, too.... So part of my plan is to try to show love and empathy rather than contempt and derision, as some of my colleagues do."
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