From Confessions of a Community College Dean, in which a veteran of cultural studies seminars in the 1990’s moves into academic administration and finds himself a married suburban father of two. Foucault, plus lawn care.
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June 10, 2012
Having recently struggled in vain to find something recent and watchable, I have some notes for you.
June 7, 2012
Money magazine did an uncharacteristically good piece on how to choose a community college. It assumes a little more geographic mobility than is typically the case -- most people pick one within commuting distance of home -- but for people who have multiple practical options within driving distance, it may be useful.
June 6, 2012
In response to yesterday’s post about what college should cost, several people answered by saying something like “just add up what you need to provide a good education and divide by the number of students.” Which sounds reasonable enough, until you reflect on the word “need.”
June 5, 2012
We answer this question every single year, construing “should” in the narrow sense of “next year.” But after several years of awful hand-wringing over annual increases caused primarily by the collapse of state support, we’re starting to try to get a longer-term handle on it.
June 4, 2012
When you teach a course for which the prerequisite is “permission of instructor,” on what do you base the decision to grant or withhold permission?
June 3, 2012
Here’s a toughie that many parents -- myself included -- face. How do you save up for college when the cost goes up anywhere from five to ten percent per year?
June 1, 2012
We’re moving in two different directions, and only beginning to realize it.
May 30, 2012
Broad-brush rules have a way of generating unintended, and even unsupportable, consequences. Most of us know that intuitively when we talk about things like mandatory minimum sentencing, “zero tolerance” policies, or tax loopholes.
May 29, 2012
Mitt Romney’s plans for higher education thus far are silly, but not catastrophic. Already that puts him ahead of much of his party.
May 28, 2012
The Boy turned 11 this weekend. I remember day one. He was born tall for his age; he was the biggest kid in the nursery. He’s still tall for his age, and well on his way to being tall for any age. (He’s five foot five, and growing pretty much every time I turn around. I shudder to think what the adolescent growth spurt will bring.)