Mott the Hoople
Sweet Jane
I don’t know. What I do know is a college education can make you better as an individual but it doesn’t make fundamentally better than others.You mentioned growing up around folks who weren't necessarily the most sophisticated but would give you the shirt off their back and do anything for you. Compare that to the rich kids who go to the Ivy Leagues or elite East Coast liberal art schools and learn about financial derivatives and then go to Wall St. Is the world lacking for those types? Do we necessarily need more of them? (Of course it's not a simple either/or binary choice there but just making a point.)
All I know is I was damned fortunate to get one. Only about 15% of the kids I graduated with went to college and I was consistently told I wasn’t going to be one of them. None of my science teachers said that. They strongly encouraged me to as did one of my literature teachers. Most of the others discouraged me. I suspect that was due to my social status.
I had an English comp teacher ask me to drop his class cause it was for college prep students and that I wasn’t really college material. That was after I had submitted only one essay. That may have been a small part my fault as I was in my long hair hippy phase and he was as extremely conservative. So I went to the assistant principal and complained. That dick head then tried to tell me I should enroll in the remedial special Ed classes. About this time I wanted to kill my father for moving us to this hick rural community. So I went home and told my father what happened and he wigged out. He called up the school principal and requested a meeting with him, I and the English teacher, the assistant principal and the principal.
At the meeting Dad asked them if what they had said to me was true and they admitted they had and gave their reasons. When they finished my Father picked up a copy of Guyton’s physiology and handed the book to the English teacher and said open this up to any section. When he did he told him to hand the book to me which he did. Dad then said ok read it out loud to us. So I did. Read it straight up with out mispronouncing a single word. Then Dad said now explain what you read meant. Which I did without looking at the book. He then told them that two years earlier I had completed a standardized reading comprehension test and was evaluated as being able to read somewhere between a sophomore in college and a graduate school reading comprehension level and that I had my IQ tested at 136. He then wanted to know if they thought I couldn’t write or should take the retard classes. Well I thought that was an end of that shit.
The next semester, I was a senior, I went to talk to the guidance counselor about going to College. The guidance counselor took one look at me in my “Free Abbie Hoffman” t-shirt and flat out told me I wasn’t even college material and had no business thinking about a science major. I lost my cool and told him that with his attitude he had no business being a guidance counselor. Boy shit hit the fan then. You could hear us screaming at each other halfway across the school. I got suspended for three days on that stunt. When I told my parents what happened and what I said my father howled laughing.
So back to the school we went and marched straight to the counselors office where my father said to the Counselor “Hi I’m Dr. Hoople. What’s this shit I heard that you told my son he isn’t college material?”. I thought the guy was going to die!
So you can see why I don’t care to much for people who are snobs about their education. Probably explains why I hated High School with a passion.
