Cyprus Avenue
In order to get an A in American History II, I have to get an 80% average on my five tests and write a term paper about something in post-1877 American History. I, on whatever whim posessed me, decided to do a paper on the American Circus.
On Saturday, I drove Daddy to PCL where we found many books related to the circus. As it turned out, we needed to go to the Fine Arts library to get most of the books I wanted. In the end, I checked out about twenty books and now I just need to find time to read them, or skim them, or at least open them so that I can formulate some sort of thesis.
Somehow, writing a paper reminds me of college.
On this year's Great American Family Roadtrip, I am supposed to choose some colleged to visit. In doing this, I have looked through dozens of viewbooks, brochures, aand flyers. At one point I began to wonder about the purpose of a college. It really does vary from establishment to establishment, but most colleges have decided that kids these days want to "choose their own adventure." So college has become a place to learn about whatever you want to learn about. This is, of course, with the exception of technical colleges which seek to prepare you for your career (aka THE REST OF YOUR LIFE). Rarely though, do today's kids actually choose a major that will correspond with their eventual profession. College, or at least the sort of college I have gotten mail from, wants to give you four years to surround yourself with big ideas and interesting, hip peers. Some of them seem more like summer camps then "institutions of higher learning" boasting intramural sports, hundreds of freechoice! student organizations, fun friendly camp counselor professors, and whatever subject you choose.
On Saturday, I drove Daddy to PCL where we found many books related to the circus. As it turned out, we needed to go to the Fine Arts library to get most of the books I wanted. In the end, I checked out about twenty books and now I just need to find time to read them, or skim them, or at least open them so that I can formulate some sort of thesis.
Somehow, writing a paper reminds me of college.
On this year's Great American Family Roadtrip, I am supposed to choose some colleged to visit. In doing this, I have looked through dozens of viewbooks, brochures, aand flyers. At one point I began to wonder about the purpose of a college. It really does vary from establishment to establishment, but most colleges have decided that kids these days want to "choose their own adventure." So college has become a place to learn about whatever you want to learn about. This is, of course, with the exception of technical colleges which seek to prepare you for your career (aka THE REST OF YOUR LIFE). Rarely though, do today's kids actually choose a major that will correspond with their eventual profession. College, or at least the sort of college I have gotten mail from, wants to give you four years to surround yourself with big ideas and interesting, hip peers. Some of them seem more like summer camps then "institutions of higher learning" boasting intramural sports, hundreds of freechoice! student organizations, fun friendly camp counselor professors, and whatever subject you choose.