Thursday, May 7, 2009

I Surrender to the Sweet Rain

The column's headline caught my eye immediately: "Fraud in academia." Writer is a guy I have not read before, Walter E. Williams, a professor of economics at George Mason University, which I presume, suffers from the same malady that is the focus of this column: grade inflation in the colleges and universities across the land. And we're not talking just minor puffery here. We're talking major distortion of what used to be a real measure of academic attainment. Williams advises parents and employers to lower the average student's grade by one letter, and "interpret a C as an F." I'm such a slow learner, I have just now--this semester--broken the code about grading students.

Some of the information in the Williams article, I found almost unbelievable. Like this:

--two-thirds of all letter grades given at Brown University are A's
--Harvard: 91 percent(!) of students graduate with honors
--80 percent of grades at Illinois are A's and B's
--half the students at Columbia are on the dean's list
--a third of students think they should get a B just for attending class
--40 percent think they should get a B for just doing the reading

What all this means, of course, is that a college degree has become about as potent as a high school diploma. Any number of studies have shown that a lot of so-called college graduates are, in fact, dumb as posts. I can also attest to the fact that the same is true of some graduate students as well.

I'm not sure when A's and B's became as common as germs in college grading . . . my suspicion from personal experience of teaching college classes for almost 20 years (both off- and online, a lot of the latter) is that it began in the 1970s and has grown steadily since. Until it has reached its current monstrous proportions. (As it turns out, I have good instincts. I found this site with hard data--and a lot more--that bears me out.) I have finally decided to award nothing but A's and B's and an occasional C in my classes.

I've been resisting this for years. Till now I have doggedly tried to impose performance standards on my students. To my great chagrin. You would not believe the abuse I've taken from some of them--and worst abuse always from the worst students, the ones that should not even be in college. (This piece by another professor about his experience of grade harassment illustrates the point.) I tell my wife that all this started in the wake of the late 1960s, when the universities decided to put the dogs in charge of guarding the hamburger by giving them controlling say in forming curricula and instituted the ridiculous practice of student evaluations, as if students had any knowledge or ability to be accurate, much less fair, about this. It did not take long for these evaluations became life-or-death measurements for college profs, especially for people like me who had day jobs and taught on the side. (There's also the whole matter of the humongous amount of cash flow colleges and universities now must maintain, and the concomitant necessity for them to keep the paying customers happy . . . but that's another post.)

But even worse than abuse at the hands of half-wits and boors, I found that eventually my services were no longer required at at least three schools where I taught. Not because I'm not conscientious--I am, to a fault--or a bad teacher--I'm not. But rather because I expected such unreasonable things from students as: reading the course material, attending classes, and doing the assignments. But then I also had some other truly outrageous expectations such as their knowing how to construct a literate sentence in English and being able to frame a coherent argument over the course of a few typewritten pages. And then I did the unforgivable: I made the mistake of actually grading based on these expectations. Silly, stupid me!

Well, I've finally run up the white flag. I'm too old and tired to put up with the bullshit any more. Henceforth I'll just shamefacedly pocket my money as a college-level professor and essentially become as fraudulent as the vast majority of A's I'm going to rain down on future students like candy.

6 comments:

Just Me said...

Oh, you and my husband could rant together. I never had a prof who just gave away As, but I did have a few who would give you second chances at papers, and Mike thought this was 'soft'. Something about engineering being a kick in the balls, I guess. Personally, I find it rather motivating to get a bad grade occasionally. And the spelling and grammar thing is a lost cause, Uncle. If they don't learn it from their parents, they won't learn it in public schools, and they won't use it in college.

What do you think about art/poetry being graded based on quality?

Montag said...

This is a good story: a story about the death of stories, letting go of the ideal and settling for reality.

It also points up the meretricious distinction between the Ideal and Reality: Reality is not what actually is, not the "real" school of the world while the Ideal lives only in ivory towers, but "Reality" is the lie of the craven and the posture of the cowardly, the greed of wealthy brigands and the utterly damnable corruption of our rulers.

Unknown said...

Leah: You ask a good question about the quality of art and poetry. Of course, the immediate response is absolutely. Quality matters in these as in anything else. Then, however, you confront the question of how is "quality" in art and poetry to be measured? The standards are subjective by definition, aren't they? But I do think we can agree that, though, difficult, the standards can be articulated. It's rather like the famous comment by I forget what justice of the Supreme Court on pornography: "I cannot define it, but I know it when I see it."

Montag: Love the way you think! Of course, I saw none of what you saw in this story. To me, it was just the story of a tired old man with not enough juice left in him to continue pursuing a quest so fruitless. But yes, it is yet another abject surrender to the forces of ignorance and darkness, and all the sadder for that.

Montag said...

I really like the story, however.
I may model a character on it in a story I'm working on called "The Lady Tour".

Montag said...

...and I think it is poignant, not sad.
It may tend to the emotion of sadness, but it is not abject nor a failure.

It is not a failure because you're in your opponents home court, they're playing with home refs, some of your guys are shaving points, and someone put itch powder in an important part of your uniform.
With the odds all against you, it is a heroic defeat, not a failure.
Big distinction.

Unknown said...

You are a gentleman & a scholar, sir, and I appreciate your comments. And the metaphors you employ to describe the court I play on are quite apt. OK, I'll accept the "heroic defeat" description. But, as you pointed out, for me it definitely tends toward the emotion of sadness.