By Laura Tropp. It is time to declare my experiment of a more relaxed technology policy officially over and a probable failure. I had been tired of students endlessly texting while in class, checking their Facebook timelines, and doing who knows what else on their laptops. The final straw was the time when someone was observing my class and later told me that at least six people had been online when I thought I had finally convinced them to be technology free. Instead of trying to fight it anymore, I decided to try the opposite. I declared technology welcome in my classroom. Read more...
Notes from NEASC, Part One
By Matt Reed. NEASC, the regional accreditor for the New England states, is having its annual conference this week. I couldn’t make it on Wednesday, but was able to attend on Thursday. Read more...
The Boy on the Campaign Trail
By Matt Reed. “And by ‘listen,’ I mean really try to understand your concerns, so that I can represent them to the school. This isn’t a position of government; it’s a position of representation.”
- The Boy, from his campaign speech this week
The Boy is running for student government this week, which means he’s giving a speech to each of six different classes. Read more...
Placing the Actor
By Matt Reed. You know how you can see an actor on a tv show and recognize him from somewhere, but you can’t remember where, and it drives you a little bit crazy until it comes to you, days or weeks later? That’s how I am with the story that the loan guarantor ECMC is buying several dozen Corinthian College campuses for less than a half-million each. Read more...
The Ecosystem Problem
By Matt Reed. People may or may not get what they pay for, but systems do. A new report on the growing number of new Ph.D.’s hurtling into a market that doesn’t need them is a sign of a larger failure to look at higher education as a single system. Read more...
Not Voting With Their Feet, Exactly...
By Matt Reed. Many years ago, when I was at DeVry but looking for another place to work, I saw an ad for the community college in the county where The Wife grew up, and where her parents still lived. I noted the address of the college, and asked her where it was relative to her parents. “County?” she asked, surprised. She remembered going there in elementary school to visit the planetarium. Read more...