Rick Santorum has declared anathema the hope of a college education for anyone who wants one. He calls it elitist. While I am still trying to find his evidence for this claim, as he proposes policy that would line the pockets of the rich and dismantle social programs, he assures us all that the academy will twist every young mind- liberalism that leads to the death of Godly belief.
It is confounding that at no point does he mention the relevance of acquired knowledge. Our economic recovery has included a mountain of commercials imploring America to return to school to enhance employability. Every year, we have a national angst-fest when international data show, once again, that the nation has slipped lower on comparative math and science scores. Every summer, millions of parents sit down, brochures and state reports in hand, to figure out at which school their child will have a shot at achieving an education that leads to the American Dream.
Santorum turns a blind eye to these realities. Or the reality in which he is a college graduate, married to a college graduate (incidentally, married college graduates are the most likely people in America to grow wealth and stay married), surrounded by advisors who are likewise college alums. I would posit that he got his because he partook of that hellish academy.
It’s difficult to argue against illogic. I honestly don’t understand what Santorum truly means when he uses “elitist.” In my use of the term, college education is elitist, but increasingly less so, unless Republican policy dreams are met, cutting funding that helps lower-income Americans afford to attend college. I attended two of the more discerning, and expensive, institutions of higher education on a cobbled package of scholarships, grants, loans, and faith that start of the semester, I would be able to attend class. Trinity College is regularly rated as the top preppy school, rightfully, yet 50% or so of students get funding aid.
I am left with the old-as-the-ages theory that the academy pumps us full of liberal ideology and makes us turn our backs on God, running after pleasure upon sinful pleasure and, eek, relativism. Be shocked, the God part doesn’t add up in the numbers (bears out repeatedly that the higher the educational level, the greater a person’s propensity to be religiously active), and as I will speak to my experience, doesn’t add up personally.
Don’t mistake me, I had pleasures in college. The bacchanal, I’m starting to believe is actually an intrinsic element of holistic preparation for the rest of our lives. Most simplistically put, college is a safe space in which I was able to learn that more is not always better; it’s just more. I got to embarrass myself enough with intoxication that beyond college, I rarely seek a pure revel.
College ramifications for outrageous behavior are rarely as serious as they are outside of the academy. I think humans have a need for butting up against the boundaries of our mortality, and the college years, infused with the belief we are eternal, are when we live this impulse. To see it through a lens that distrusts the academy, the sowing of oats is encouraged by the very institution of higher education. If only 20 year olds funneled their energies into full-time employment…
To which I respond, “look at the ages listed on your paper’s police blotter.” News-flash for all and sundry: young adults suck at decision making. Brain chemistry and hormones doom most young people to a middle-age of wondering just what the heck we were thinking way back when. What I find depressingly elitist is that those who go to college are able to be as dysfunctionally becoming adults as their systems make them, stumbling into bad decisions and having their futures protected by institutional understanding of the species, while those who cannot attend college are left to be bound to biology with no guidance or protection from consequences that could ruin their entire adult lives.
Side note: I am talking about what I would term “college dumbassery:” excessive drinking, drug experimentation, the poorly thought-out tattoo. It would be irresponsible to ignore that colleges have a dire problem addressing sexual assaults, stalking, hazing, general assault, and so on. Schools need to be pressured to improve policies, transparency, and use of law enforcement when necessary.
Here’s the genius of the academy: in spite of ourselves, college students learn stuff. I may have been too comfortable with the notion of opting out of class attendance, but the regularity with which I am asked, “how did you know about that?” assures me that something got through.
It was not the much-maligned liberalism. Sorry, Mr. Santorum, I think I came this way. As brain imaging advances, we’re learning to almost see thoughts in the brain. It looks like there may be morphological differences in the brains of liberals and conservatives. Just as I knew I liked girls from a very young age, so too did I like the liberal side of the world. The data seem to back me up. Granted, kinda terrified too. Can understanding bridge biological difference, and what of eugenics?
Ok, so my professors couldn’t turn me into my little bleeding-heart self, but surely, they helped me leave my faith in the dust. Not quite. Aside from the obvious element of my agency in the matter, if anything, my professors gave the resurgence of my faith a much needed platform.
I knew of my instructors’ faith journey. I find some to be the ultimate in absurd- proof of God’s circuitous path into our lives. Others, astounding in their very existance. There are even a few of my instructors’ faith journeys that just make old fashioned sense. What they hold in common, of course, is the presence of faith on a college campus.
It’s huge. Trinity may be a bit biased, in that they have a center about all of this. However, Oberlin, the penultimate pinky liberal nutjob school, was equally steeped in discussions of faith. Liberalism actually makes faith discussion imperative in some ways. If I am to understand my world, in all of its variety, my assumptions must be addressed. What I believe impacts what I assume.
So my instructors spoke about God, G-d, the goddess, a benign Creator. For me, their being with their faith worked like raindrops on a rusting roof. Slowly, over years, as I reflected, learned more, and synthesised knowledge, faith wore away and seeped in. By the time I saw the holes, a flood had taken me. And I am so ok with that.
Ultimately, I think Rick Santorum got it all wrong. We have been on a long march to pull down the elitism of ivory towers, bring the masses to the knowledge, and I contend we are much better for it. College strips us of nothing we weren’t ready to shed, and the gifts we receive from it are great. At best, he is guilty of misdirection, but something seems more like a politically expedient lie to make the masses froth, and I see that as a national loss.