Originally posted by Blooz
I wanted to go to Cornell after high school.... (actually, when I told my parents I wanted to go to Cornell, they laughed)
I dropped out of Cornell not once, but
twice. Ivy league schools aren't intellectually bankrupt; rather, they are rich in intellectual currency that simply doesn't spend well off campus. Sort of like, rich in intellectual zlotzkys. We artsies used to laugh at the hotelies, but by god I sure wish I had a degree from the Cornell School of Hotel Administration.
There's a great article in the latest
Atlantic Monthly about getting through Princeton, an article that really rings true to my experience at Cornell. It wasn't important to think for yourself; what was important was to learn what your professors thought, and then learn how to artfully parrot it so that it didn't sound fawning.
The awareness came for me when I handed in a truly dreadful and unreadable English essay two days after the end of term; I'd been up all night writing and doing bong hits (this was maybe '74 or '75). Coincidentally it was the same day that the instructor reviews were due, and Dave (he wanted us to call him Dave) wasn't a very good instructor. I handed him my paper, two days late, and he handed me the review, looked me in the eye, and said something like, "I liked having you in my class. You know that your paper was due Monday. This is your review of me. I'm sure you will give it the same consideraton that I'm going to give your essay." I took the review, gave him aces, he took my paper and gave me aces.
As far as women and men, who the **** knows. I gave up trying. It's not worth caring about. Say they're the same, you're guilty of not recognizing their diversity. Say they're different, you're guilty of some sort of -ism. **** it, who cares.I got my own garden to tend to. Call me when you figure it out, It'll make for interesting reading in the bathroom.
Tom