A post from seven years ago floated up in my FB memories this morning. It was a rant from a former student about the loss of discourse and discussion in the classroom. At the time, this student was in a grad class and had raised a differing point of view only to be greeted with gasps of astonishment. I had copied the rant and posted it as Reason #47 for why I teach. In reality, rants like this, demonstrating the critical thinking skills of my students, remain Reason #1 for why I taught. Yes, I’ve left that world, and the inability to have constructive discussions and arguments in the classroom is my primary reason for leaving.
Here’s the rant: When did the classroom become an echo chamber? I was not taught to blindly consume everything a professor says, let alone a fellow classmate. I just had a class where I offered a different view point on a subject matter and people literally gasped audibly. It was not even a “provocative” view point or even a hot topic issue. When did conformity become the goal? What happened to intellectual discourse?!
As I said in my original FB post, I am a very proud professor here. I worked very hard to keep my political opinions out of classroom discussions. At the beginning of every semester, and periodically throughout, I told all my classes that they were free to speak any opinion or analysis of a problem they held… with one caveat. They had to be ready to defend the logic behind that opinion, point to reputable sources backing up that opinion, and be open to having everything questioned. They were also informed, that if they were going to question an opinion or analysis, they needed to be ready to back that up as well. It was perfectly fine if they didn’t have an answer right then and there, but I let them know that they were expected to return with a response for the next class meeting.
My college education taught me to always ask “why?” and I still pride myself on the fact that I strived to instill that questioning in my students and to teach them howto think and not what to think. How do I know I succeeded even a little bit? By running across rants like that above, and by the comments/complaints in my end-of-semester evaluations – from students in the same class, mind you – that I was both a flaming liberal and a hard-core conservative. I had evals where students commented that they had figured out the political opinions of most of my colleagues, including all my political science departmental colleagues, but they couldn’t figure out mine.
That’s how I know I had at least a small impact.