From Rachel Toor
If there’s a narrative I’d love to overthrow, it’s the one so many people tell themselves about what a college student looks like.
Even decades ago, when I worked at Duke, where most undergraduates are 18 to 22 years old, the dean of admissions cautioned us not to use the word “kids” to describe students.
Now I bridle to hear faculty and administrators at much more accessible and diverse institutions refer to the people they serve that way. It’s not just condescending—it’s also factually wrong.
But as long as news outlets and popular culture continue to portray “college” with shiny happy young people sitting on grassy quads outside Gothic or redbrick buildings, that’s the story we’re stuck with.
Today’s president calls BS on that. Me, too.
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In Spokane, Wash., the day before swimming pools close for the season, people can bring their dogs for a dip. This was a hilarious and informative outing for me. The Labs and goldens bellyflopped and cannonballed into the water with nary a brain cell in sight without care. It was their place and they knew it. Other, more timid, souls got thrown in by pushy parents. Breeds known to be sinkers (bulldogs, Vizslas, weiners) came kitted out with life jackets. My guy, Harry, not a water breed, spent a lot of time discerning whether a ball was close enough to the edge to go after it, and calculating the odds that a powerful Lab would swim to it first and scoop him.
It made me think about what a gift it is for each of us to find where we belong. And that many who don’t look like they fit in just need a bit of encouragement, a little nudge, or some external support.
Even though many have already started back on campuses, Labor Day has always been the end of summer for most of us. In honor of the workers, the federal holiday, and the fact that your faithful correspondent will be at a retreat in Crete working on her blurry body and flabby mind, you’ll have a break from The Sandbox next week.
Back in your inbox on Sept. 12, friends.