More and more I am coming to the conclusion that much of education, higher/college education, is wasted on the young. No, I'm not criticizing today's students. I'm picking on me!
I've thought about this for a while, but it seemed to come to something more lucid when I was talking to a good friend and college mate last September. We were talking about our college days--no, not our adventures and accomplishments on the athletic fields--our academic endeavors. We were comparing, favorably, our experiences in the classroom--the reading loads, the mounds of writing, the rigor required, etc. Then he said something that nailed it. "After about five years, it clicked. I started to understand our education [at Amherst]." Yes, that was it! It was the same for me. I did the work, well at least much of it, enough to pass with reasonable grades. But I never quite understood where all that was taking me.
Like my good friend, it did finally begin to dawn on me. I thought, originally, that it was teaching that finally led me to appreciate what I had been taught and how I had been taught. But it was more maturity, I think, than anything.
I certainly agree with another classmate who asserted, "I could have (and should have) been a better student at Amherst." He then added, "But I've never doubted that Amherst made me a far better student/thinker that I was before...." Yes, that's it.
One other thing I've never doubted is the love of learning, the curiosity to know everything--or at least as much as I can--that was instilled in me at Amherst, by my professors, the work they assigned, and the atmosphere of the college.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
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