I have somewhere between three and six degrees, depending on how the universities I attended are attempting to count them.
And, no matter how you slice it, none of those degrees make me smarter, better, more intelligent or anything else when compared to people who don’t have them.
If I am better or smarter or anything else, it comes from what I actually LEARNED in doing the degrees.
This is why the recent moves by governors Larry, Moe and Curly to create “McYugo” degrees has me wondering if I’ll eventually just wear a paper hat to class and ask, “Welcome to the university! How may I help you today?”
Florida’s Rick Scott announced earlier this week his plan to create four-year degrees at institutions of higher learning that could be had for $10,000. By the end of his call to action, seven institutions, including educational powerhouses like Valencia College, Daytona State College and Broward College all said they were up for the challenge.
If this attempt to create a cheap alternative to actual learning sounds familiar, it’s because Texas braintrust Rick Perry thought of it first. During a statewide address, Perry called for colleges and universities to keep the costs down, even pitching the idea of a $10,000 degree. Other awesome ideas these two Ricks agree on include collecting data on faculty to see how many students they are teaching and how much grant money they are raising, limiting state appropriation increases and providing funding-based incentives based on how many kids a college can graduate.
Nothing says quality education quite like the “charge ‘em cheap, stack ‘em like cordwood and shove ‘em out the door quick” model.
If it’s a bad idea about higher education that is being poorly executed by Republican idiots, it’s a safe bet that my governor, “Scotty Doesn’t Know” Walker, will be quickly following suit in a more disconcerting and less compelling fashion.
Instead of pitching a “We’ll paint your car for $99” degree, Walker helped push out the “Flexible Option” degree this week. This will allow people who think they already have a pretty good handle on book learnin’ to show those skills to other people who will be incentivized to make this program work so they can get a jumpstart toward an “almost bachelor’s” degree at various institutions.
The bonus? Although the people involved don’t know how much this will cost, it will be cheaper than going to school for a traditional four-year degree.
At some point, we, as a society, must start to figure out what it is we are valuing here: Is it the degree or is it the knowledge?
It used to be theorized that one begat the other and the other reflected positively upon the one. Now, it’s a “Git Er Dun!” approach that makes educators become “providers” and students become “customers.” People want degrees faster, cheaper and easier.
As the proud holder of more degrees than most, I can tell you with absolute certainty that degrees don’t matter worth a crap.
The doctorate was cool for about five minutes. I passed my defense, called a restaurant and ordered reservations for “Doctor” me. After that, it really didn’t do much. However, that stats class I killed myself in to learn how the hell to do research mattered. The assistantship I took that forced me to teach really smart kids how to be smarter and encourage really weak kids to apply themselves and learn something mattered.
If you want to dial it back even more to my master’s and bachelor’s degrees, I can’t say I learned a whole hell of a lot from the tests and quizzes, but rather the experiences.
Being “forced” at the time to take courses in ethnic studies, sociology and other areas helped me figure out who I was and how I fit into a puzzle of many other pieces.
Taking speech, even though I’d been speaking competitively for four or five years, helped me see what other bad speakers did that I needed to avoid and what other good speakers did to help me want to better myself.
Being on campus didn’t hurt either, as I got to meet people from other races, ethnicities and sexual orientations and realize they ran the gamut of “full of shit” to “really fucking awesome” just like everyone else. I got to ask questions and give answers regarding who we all were and why people could or couldn’t get along.
(Speaking of questions and college, here’s my best one ever:
I’m in a room at age 19 with my journalism TA and four other guys who were also gay and we were all drunk as shit on margaritas.
One guy asks, “So you’re straight?”
Him: “I gotta know. What’s a woman’s … y’know… like?”
Before I can answer, Stereotype Gay Guy chimes in with “Honey, I’ve been there. It’s like a wet, loose handshake.”)
Not one of those things (not even the “handshake” discussion) led to a degree. As the years went on, I realized that the degree was pretty much a by-product of the learning.
My father would probably lose his damned mind if he heard me talking about this, and not just because he’d figure out that his 19-year-old son was shithammered on tequila in some guy’s apartment watching “Priscilla, Queen of the Desert” on VHS.
Dad was a big believer in the power of the degree. He spent his whole life in one factory and he was often passed over for improved positions due to his lack of a sheepskin. He was a foot smarter than anyone around, but that four-year degree held an almost mythical power over those who doled out promotions.
If he said it once, he said it a million times: “Your mother and I have done pretty well for ourselves, but let me tell you…” he’d pause and a wistful look would creep across his face. “If I only had that damned degree, we would be a lot better off.”
On more than one occasion, he referred to my degree as “your generation’s union card.” When he found out that I kept the actual diploma in a box of crap under my bed, he looked at me like I’d used it for toilet paper.
The sheepskin didn’t matter. The stuff in my head did.
I try my best to pass that along to my students each day I teach. If you’re here for a grade, I explain, you’re cheating yourself. Some nod, others don’t, but I think a lot of them figure it out. It’s my hope that they figure this out a lot faster than I did and that they vote for people who understand it as well.
Still, every semester, including this one, I have a painful email conversation with at least one kid that usually starts like this:
“I’m supposed to graduate next week and I just noticed I’m failing your class. Can I get some extra credit or something? My mom and dad are coming out for graduation and we’ve got a party planned, so I need those points.”