There is an internet site that too often caters to readers who pose questions about elite schools. Is Harvard better than Yale or Princeton? Should they go to MIT or Cal Tech? Can they still get into an Ivy League school if they got one B in the 2nd grade? The variations on this theme are endless.
I keep wanting to scream that any differences among these institutions, at least in terms of pedagogical advantages, are miniscule. What the interrogators really are asking is whether school A will offer them better social and economic contacts for success later in life than school B. To my mind, they could care less about education. They are obsessed with their prospects for securing economic advantages during their careers. They look upon their higher educational experience from a purely transactional perspective. Perhaps I’m being overly cynical, but that’s how it looks to me.
My college career started about six decades ago. 😳 Okay, so we are talking pre history here. But things appeared very different back then, or so it seems to me. College was affordable, even for a working class stiff like myself. I made it through a pretty good private school with virtually no help from my parents. I recall getting some marginal assistance for one semester. My mother’s hand shook as she wrote the check. She probably was thinking that the money she was wasting on me could be going for more important things like beer and cigarettes.
The important point is that higher education was affordable in the 1960s. Years later, when my Peace Corps group gathered and reminisced on such matters, we found it remarkable how many of us were from very modest circumstances, often the first in our families to try college. (The tuition at very good public schools in California was virtually free back then.) Yet, many of us managed to make it through excellent schools (e.g., Yale, Columbia, Berkeley) on our way to careers that made significant contributions to society. College was not only affordable, but proved a stepping stone to personal change and social fulfillment.
I myself did not go to an elite school. After a stint studying for the priesthood in a Catholic Seminary (the Maryknoll foreign missionary society), I matriculated at Clark University located in my home town … then known in my circles as a den of Communists and atheists. But I could live at home, and they would take me in the spring semester. Recently, I came across an article which claimed that Clark was one of a handful of American schools that took in average students and transformed them into academic stars who wound up in academic careers at elite schools. That was me. I did not graduate in the top quarter of my high school class (admittedly a good school) and wound up as a Senior Scientist at the University of Wisconsin-Madison.
My point is this. So many in my generation did not look upon higher education as a stepping stone to getting rich. I never selected courses based on their utility for some future, hypothetical career. Such mundane purposes never crossed my mind, even as my family pressed the notion that college would make me wealthy. No, I chose courses because (gasp!) they appeared interesting and I might learn something. Things like career trajectory and earning potential were decidedly secondary considerations. I, and my peers at the time, saw college as a place for learning and forming our lifelong values. It was an environment where we might become thinking beings. Fortunately, we were not disappointed.
Decades later, I would run across a fellow ‘Clarkie’ from the 1960s. To a person, we would think fondly back to those days when we would spend hours debating the issues of the day and then remember that we better study a bit so they wouldn’t kick our fannies out. Back then, grades were earned and meant something. My GPA was good enough to graduate with honors. However, it would have been too low for me to make the cut for the U. of Wisconsin Masters in Social Work program where I now taught. (Note: they gave us admissions committee members some methods for adjusting GPAs from those early years when grades still counted. Today, close to 80 percent of grades at many elite schools are in the A range). In the committee, I would see endless 3.8 and 3.9 GPAs that would be accompanied by personal statements that were incoherent and, frankly, embarrassing.
I recall those endless dialogues at Clark on the major issues of the day as the forum through which I sharpened my analytical skills and upgraded my ability to express myself. The conservative, Catholic, working class boy who merely accepted what he had been taught was replaced by a thinking young man who developed his own moral and intellectual center. I had to work hard as I concluded that the war in Vietnam was unsupportable. I did not merely accept the opinions of others. I had to convince myself of that conclusion. That process was very demanding but worthwhile in so many ways. All these decades later, I remain convinced that I was right.
Clark was where my real education took place. And not just mine. All my closest friends at the time came from equally modest backgrounds. All (including my two girfriends from that era) went on to get doctorates. One of those close female friends later became a Dean at a major university and the other a research scientist. Everything seemed possible in those days when upward mobility was more the norm … before conservative orthodoxy subverted meritocracy with the neo-liberalism introduced by Ronald Reagan. All seemed possible, no matter how humbly born.
As you know, I would end up working at an elite, research- oriented university. I helped run a nationally recognized research entity and taught policy courses at both the graduate and undergraduate levels. For many years, I also served on the Master’s admission’s committee for the School of Social Work. Beginning in the 1980s, I saw a fundamentally different student before me. They increasingly were debt-ridden and driven much more by career concerns. Who had time to learn and debate and refine one’s world view when you might end up homeless in a few years. The college experience was becoming more of a vocational experience and career training ground where deeper thought was now a luxury one could hardly afford to pursue. Moreover, college quickly was becoming enormously expensive even as many of our peer nations continued to offer higher educational opportunities at a nominal cost, if not free.
Back in my day, ‘developing a philosophy for life’ was an important goal for a majority of college students. Over time, that goal was replaced by ‘making money.’ In recent times, the perceived importance of a college education among the young fell to about 40 percent … it had been about 75 percent. The percentage of high school grads headed to college has fallen by 8 percentage points recently, perhaps not a bad thing since at least half will drop out before completing their studies. The vocational ‘value’ of a diploma is eroded when too many have these pieces of paper of dubious worth.
It strikes me that my generation (many of us at least) knew why we wanted the college experience. We wanted to embrace learning for learnings sake. Making money was the least of our concerns. Acquiring skills had some merit but we knew education would be a lifelong pursuit in an ever changing world. We wanted to figure things out for ourselves because we knew we had to. At Clark, I don’t recall any liberal indoctrination whatsoever. But I was encouraged to think things through on my own. I intuitively realized that the seeking of truth was a personal, even lonely, endeavor. That made all the difference in the world for someone who grew up in a world dominated by absolute truths. What a freaking gift!
This is not what I started out to discuss. I wanted to explore the new orthodoxy on campuses as it has exploded across the news in recent days. But that will wait for a future blog … perhaps the next one.