Elizabeth N.
Herder of cats
I've been in college for, um, eleven semesters now--one or two left to finish an undergrad double major and hoping to head straight into grad school. This is a LONG TIME to be in school *g*, but I'm having more fun than a pig in a mud puddle doing the work-plus-school gig. (Most of the time.) It gives me hope that one day I might actually manage full-time employment, which is something I would have considered impossible not long ago.
This has given me ample time to observe just how woefully SHITTY the US public school system prepares youngsters for anything remotely resembling real world learning, much less real world work. I despair at the thought that these kids are supposed to rule the world.
My institution did not provide for a test-by-exam option for "intro to academic writing," EN 112 in our numbering system. The prof apologized for this a lot during the course of that semester. I grinned and bore up and did stuff like purposely writing papers in different formats (MLA, APA, Turabian etc.) so she could help me learn to differentiate. I interviewed Dr. Douglas Hess by phone for an assignment in that class, which was really cool .
I went NUTSO a few times over my classmates' cluelessness and attitude, though. I remember how mad one girl got when, while doing peer editing, I pointed out the error in a sentence, "The subject peaked my interest..." Why? Because spell check said it was right. I could not POSSIBLY know better than spell check. *snort*
Then there were the girls who sat behind me and whined ENDLESSLY about the uselessness of the class. "What does THIS have to do with my major?" One day, as they were yapping about this AGAIN before the hour began, I turned around and said, "If you cannot comprehend the importance to ANY endeavor of learning to write complete sentences and full paragraphs in standard English, then WHY ARE YOU IN COLLEGE?! You should quit wasting your time and money and go become a Walmart greeter."
Because my back was to the door, I did not realize the professor had arrived during my little tirade. The students said nothing further (nor did they whine in my hearing, or so they thought; I overhead them bitching about me and my 'tude in the café later), but the prof nearly kissed me after the class lol.
Fast forward many semesters. I'm taking the second of two required semesters of "college math," without going to class. It's too damned early in the day for me to get there, and since my sister is a math teacher and I know how to access Khan Academy, I have plenty of support to be able to do the work on my own schedule. The prof is cool with that, very accommodating.
A couple of classmates are clearly NOT pleased that I'm "cutting class all the time." I've mentioned in the hearing of all how I'm doing this, and how it requires doing just about every single problem for every section in order to cement the learning. I don't think they believe me. One brat, in particular, pulls an obnoxious face when I come in for tests. Yesterday, said brat flung the test on the prof's desk about 15 minutes into the hour and stomped off in a huff, squealing that "we didn't DO THAT in class!"
Another student pointed out that they had indeed, DONE THAT in class--every. single. problem. of that section, so that no homework was assigned. Said brat had, of course, texted and Facebooked her way through that class, as she does with every other class.
Ah, I could go on and on. This semester I'm having a bit of fun tutoring some students in intro to philosophy. They are in the "first generation college student from disadvantaged background" category. You can tell that they came from schools that taught absolutely NOTHING. Some are working their tails off to make up for lost time, others are expecting shit to get handed to them on a platter. In every case, the literacy level is just freaking scary.
A generation or so ago, a kid could graduate high school as an average student and still be able to go work somewhere, if s/he had just a little bit of gumption. Nowadays? Shit, if they can do basic arithmetic functions in their heads or speak a complete sentence or PUT THEIR FUCKING PHONE DOWN and look you in the eye.....? Just how hopeless is this shit?
This has given me ample time to observe just how woefully SHITTY the US public school system prepares youngsters for anything remotely resembling real world learning, much less real world work. I despair at the thought that these kids are supposed to rule the world.
My institution did not provide for a test-by-exam option for "intro to academic writing," EN 112 in our numbering system. The prof apologized for this a lot during the course of that semester. I grinned and bore up and did stuff like purposely writing papers in different formats (MLA, APA, Turabian etc.) so she could help me learn to differentiate. I interviewed Dr. Douglas Hess by phone for an assignment in that class, which was really cool .
I went NUTSO a few times over my classmates' cluelessness and attitude, though. I remember how mad one girl got when, while doing peer editing, I pointed out the error in a sentence, "The subject peaked my interest..." Why? Because spell check said it was right. I could not POSSIBLY know better than spell check. *snort*
Then there were the girls who sat behind me and whined ENDLESSLY about the uselessness of the class. "What does THIS have to do with my major?" One day, as they were yapping about this AGAIN before the hour began, I turned around and said, "If you cannot comprehend the importance to ANY endeavor of learning to write complete sentences and full paragraphs in standard English, then WHY ARE YOU IN COLLEGE?! You should quit wasting your time and money and go become a Walmart greeter."
Because my back was to the door, I did not realize the professor had arrived during my little tirade. The students said nothing further (nor did they whine in my hearing, or so they thought; I overhead them bitching about me and my 'tude in the café later), but the prof nearly kissed me after the class lol.
Fast forward many semesters. I'm taking the second of two required semesters of "college math," without going to class. It's too damned early in the day for me to get there, and since my sister is a math teacher and I know how to access Khan Academy, I have plenty of support to be able to do the work on my own schedule. The prof is cool with that, very accommodating.
A couple of classmates are clearly NOT pleased that I'm "cutting class all the time." I've mentioned in the hearing of all how I'm doing this, and how it requires doing just about every single problem for every section in order to cement the learning. I don't think they believe me. One brat, in particular, pulls an obnoxious face when I come in for tests. Yesterday, said brat flung the test on the prof's desk about 15 minutes into the hour and stomped off in a huff, squealing that "we didn't DO THAT in class!"
Another student pointed out that they had indeed, DONE THAT in class--every. single. problem. of that section, so that no homework was assigned. Said brat had, of course, texted and Facebooked her way through that class, as she does with every other class.
Ah, I could go on and on. This semester I'm having a bit of fun tutoring some students in intro to philosophy. They are in the "first generation college student from disadvantaged background" category. You can tell that they came from schools that taught absolutely NOTHING. Some are working their tails off to make up for lost time, others are expecting shit to get handed to them on a platter. In every case, the literacy level is just freaking scary.
A generation or so ago, a kid could graduate high school as an average student and still be able to go work somewhere, if s/he had just a little bit of gumption. Nowadays? Shit, if they can do basic arithmetic functions in their heads or speak a complete sentence or PUT THEIR FUCKING PHONE DOWN and look you in the eye.....? Just how hopeless is this shit?