What Is It That You Want, and What Are You Willing to Do to Get It?
As the debate over the value of college and a-driftin’ students rages, I’m starting to wonder what people go to college for. It used to be as a stepping stone to a better life. It worked for me. I learned a skill and got a job. But it’s not really working for everyone.
Is it the colleges? Is it the students? Or is it … our expectations? There’s a quotation from Mike Rowe of “Dirty Jobs” (shared by Justin Cox at the Huffington Post) in which he and Adam Carolla discuss the value of a college education. And it’s interesting.
“If you’re not going to celebrate the kind of things you ultimately need, you’re going to end up with precisely what you deserve. Mathematically, your kids can’t have it better than you did and so on and so on and so on. It just doesn’t play out at all. So, rather than scratching your head over the algorithm, why not just step back and say, We’re all screwed up as to what better means.”
So, what is “better” to you? Do you want to make more than your parents? Do you want to do less manual labor? Do you want the kind of job where you can guide yourself? Something with more flex time? People seem to want it all, which is fine, but you’re less likely to get it all. You would be better off focusing on one goal. And focusing on an expectation isn’t the same as diminishing your expectations altogether. And focusing on an expectation doesn’t always mean you need to go the traditional college/grad school route.
For me, I want a job that gives me self-respect. Then I want a job that pays decently. Then I want to live in a city. That’s my rank order. Teaching didn’t give me self-respect, so I switched to something else. I also like to eat, so I found a job that helps with that. I also live in a city, although since that’s third on my list, I would be willing to give that up in order to keep the other two. And I didn’t need to get my PhD to meet those expectations.
I have made some compromises. I’d love to have a flex-time job. In an ideal world, I’d rather not be Hamstering away in a cube farm, but I do have self-respect, and I do get a salary that makes me happy. That’s not bad. I can take walks and go out for lunch if I’m tired of hamstering. I am OK with the compromise. If I am no longer OK with it, I’ll make a change.
Image of a glass half full or half empty, depending on how you look at it, from LuciaSofo from Wikimedia Commons, public domain.
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on February 23, 2011 on 8:23 am
I like working. I want to work. I like to be absorbed in work. I also want to live in a city. And I want to be able to eat and pay rent and get my hair cut and get take-out coffee now and then without going broke. I used to think I wanted the work I do to give my life meaning. That was when I was young and stupid. Now, I don’t expect that. I just want to do something that is language based. Almost anything that has to do with reading and writing, I’d be happy with (almost). If I can have a job where I get to do that, I think I could make it work.
on February 23, 2011 on 10:48 am
I want my kids to grow up with two parents, so I gave up a TT job to move for my husband’s job in the middle of nowhere. I want to work, so I’m teaching off the tenure-track. I also don’t want my kids to worry about how the mortgage is going to get paid or which utility may get turned off this month, like both my husband and I grew up. Does that mean making more money than our parents did or just simply managing the money we have more responsibly? More of the latter than the former. Right now, I want some stability for myself and my family, hence the middle-of-nowhere teaching job. Eventually, I want to work for myself, but that is less important than the stability thing. And I want to get paid to write. Not quite ready to give up everything else for that, though.