A Student's Lament
2008-04-04
Most people in today's world recognize the value of education. Indeed, since the reign of Charlemagne in Medieval times the desirability of educated and well-informed rulers has been acknowledged. In the Bahai Faith, this is perhaps articulated best by a quote from Baha'u'llah: "Regard man as a mine rich in gems of inestimable value. Education can, alone, cause it to reveal its treasures, and enable mankind to benefit therefrom."
So, everyone loves education, right? Certainly today's world is the most educated it has ever been, boasting an increasing number of people having access to an increasingly robust body of study. And though vast parts of the world still struggle with the kind of widespread literacy experienced in developed nations, the general attitude towards education is one of promise and continued evolution. For this, it should be praised.
And, at least in said developed nations, the praise should stop there.
Our more savvy, no doubt monocle wearing readers might have discerned from my title that I had something of a bone to pick with education here in the States. Grade school, with High school as the salient example, is a chaotic mess that seems to wound as many as it empowers. And college, while universally loved compared to the purgatory that is the average high school, is like education condensed down to a single five-minute sound bite, played in reverse, and listened to while tripping on speed.
But these are the obvious grievances, and we here are the Candy always strive to rise above the obvious. Where higher education has been a challenge for me is where I've felt it slowly being divorced from my holistic education as a human. More and more, as I pursue my degree and curriculum, I am forced to concern myself with the mechanisms of my education rather than the quality. Cram for my sociology final and get an A, but forget 80% of the information within a week. Write ten papers in a semester on various profound, inspiring themes, but be unable to recall a single sentence or point by the end of that same semester. It all rolls up like some immovable and vaguely malicious bale of hay, dominating the horizon of my improvement with its utilitarian demands and stagnating nature. Don't think bales of hay can be malicious? Go to a farm, right now, and stare at one. See if you don't get the shivers within five minutes.
I mean, is this what is meant by education? A detached pursuit of ephemeral subjects that we are soon to finish and destined to forget? What is even the point of Undergrad (I sometimes ask myself) if I am to simply remaster all of these skills with slightly more specificity in graduate school or in a profession? And, perhaps most important of all: Is such cursory, unsatisfying study really causing me to reveal my gems? I will never argue with the fact that college is a time of tremendous self-growth and creativity, but is this due to the contents of college or simply to the freedom associated with it?
So I ask you, oh wise audience, the following probing inquiries: What is the solution? Is there even a problem? What has your higher education experience been like? And do you like cake? If so, would you say you eat it for good or for awesome?
Your answers may very well determine the fate of our world!
Or at least of this discussion.