“Today, student debt is an exceptionally punishing kind to have. Not only is it inescapable through bankruptcy, but student loans have no expiration date and collectors can garnish wages, social security payments, and even unemployment benefits. When a borrower defaults and the guaranty agency collects from the federal government, the agency gets a cut of whatever it’s able to recover from then on (even though they have already been compensated for the losses), giving agencies a financial incentive to dog former students to the grave.”—n 1: Bad Education
Some are funny. Some are important. Some make me feel like I’ll end up being the best teacher on the planet some day, and others make me feel like I’m already the worst somehow. Good read.
I enjoyed this immensely. It also reminded me yet again that there is a weird gender dynamic in teaching and how kids react to teachers. I haven’t quite figured out if I think its significant or not but I think its there.
“‘The proper stimulants to study,’ Haven added, ‘are not medals, or position in class, or prizes, but the gratification produced by an enlarged acquaintance with truth, and by the greater influence for good thereby produced.’”—
From “Before the G.P.A” by James Tobin in University of Michigan’s online magazine, Michigan Today. Before 1912, U-M did not give letter grades—it only passed students or failed them. The article examines the reasoning behind this philosophy and its ramifications.
“The more limited our language is, the more limited we are; the more limited the literature we give to our children, the more limited their capacity to respond, and therefore, in their turn, to create. The more our vocabulary is controlled, the less we will be able to think for ourselves. We do think in words, and the fewer words we know, the more restricted our thoughts. As our vocabulary expands, so does our power to think….. If we limit and distort language, we limit and distort personality.”—
Madeline L’Engle, (1988). Two-part invention: The story of a marriage (via thisnik)
I read this book for a freshman comp lit class and it’s lovely and so sad. I was reading it while traveling home for fall break and was so caught up in it that I didn’t even notice that our plane hadn’t taken off (for an hour).
welp, glad I graduated when I did. On the upside though, it is specifically because of beer trucks that I should be glad I even made it to commencement in the first place.
Honestly, this is the saddest Duke news I have heard in recent weeks. (No, I was not sad about Kyrie Irving joining the NBA draft.) My entire family still talks about how much fun they had at beer trucks, and has pretty much debunked the graduation week flair of all other institutions for not matching up to Duke’s. I graduated two years ago…
Sigh. Time for me to grab a tall boy of Miller Lite/ miniature bottle of red wine to pour out on the sidewalk in remembrance.
I feel really, really glad to have graduated when I did. Our class saw the last full Tailgate season and the last Beer Trucks and went out as perpetual winners in basketball and lacrosse.
Sorry to say this 2011, but sucks to be you (and every class to come).
Death Cab for Cutie is one of my favorite bands of all time. Their mastery of the indie genre never ceases to amaze me, nor do their soft sounds that seem to uncover memories of my past, dust them off, and let me relive all of them in the moment. Something about lead singer Ben Gibbard’s voice takes me to another level of happiness, and sometimes even sadness.
I remember going to a Death Cab concert my freshman year of college. I recall my friends asking what the point of going to a Death Cab show live was, since all it would be is an emo-fest. Surprisingly to them, Death Cab manages to put on an incredible live show that is far from said “emo-fest.” Plus one for me, I suppose.
This is a single off of the upcoming album, Codes and Keys, due out May 31st via Atlantic. I am incredibly anxious to hear the rest of the album. This song is incredible.
So pleased with this single and what it means for the album. Also, one of my biggest life sadz is the fact that I JUST missed seeing the concert Lydia mentions in her review. I was on campus as a p-frosh (SO LONG AGO GEEEEEEZ) and almost got to buy a ticket through friends of my host but it fell through at the last minute.
I also just missed the last real Pikes of the Caribbean (aka the last boat built out of Wannie) by six hours. All these brushes with near-amazingness convinced me I needed to be a full timer on the amazing campus I was seeing. I didn’t even know the half of it.
Simon belongs to us as much as he does to our folks because he is our folks. Not our folks the way they were before we were born, but the way they were when we first knew them, as they were losing their edge and feeling maybe a little insecure about that loss; our folks as we knew them when we ourselves were entering that era of childhood which finally allowed for reflection and the retention of memory and for the level of awareness that clued us into the fact that a baby with a baboon heart was something to wonder at and to then distantly — vaguely — mourn when she died three weeks after her baboon heart first beat inside her body; this was our folks the way they were when they were trying to raise us right: to say please and thank you and to only send food back under dire circumstances; the way they were when we really saw them for the first time. At least, in retrospect. Now that we’re grown, that first introduction lingers. We also recognize not just our parents in the words of those songs, but ourselves and our own impending midlives that loiter like shortening shadows on the horizon.
I said the same thing when I shared this post on GReader, but Simon is epic and this part of this article captures averything I think and feel about it. It will always be intrisically tied to my parents and road trips and my perception of my parents as a kid and how I perceive myself now in relation to them at this age and all of that.
Also the album is just fun and delightful and full of big words. So.
I like this article immensely. It seems to actually be balanced for once, though I wish he had delved into ECE and elementary ed. I mean how are we getting these kids at a middle school level so far behind?