I teach media studies at a small public university in central Virginia. My classes are filled with students from the region – we’re a well-kept Virginia secret – and almost all the students are between the ages of 19 and 22. I do have one older gentleman in one of my classes and he is excited to be in school. So excited to be learning. I understand that feeling, having chosen to get my Master’s and PhD as a “non-traditional” student.
Learning can be fun.
On Thursday during class, we left the classroom and walked the campus. The course is media reporting & writing. The topic of the day was “where do story ideas come from?” So much of university work is purely intellectual, but media writing is not. It involves all of a person’s senses, with their curiosity completely engaged, to become an effective media reporter and writer. So we walked the campus in search of stories.
Found them we did. We walked into buildings that most of us hadn’t entered before. Talked about history that predated any of our tenures at Longwood U. Back in the day, there was no central pedestrian commons uniting the campus – there were streets that locals used to get across town. Even after the commons was built, at least one older local resident drove down the sidewalks and flowerbeds – he still thought it was a city street.
In the music building, two professors emerged from their offices to talk with us. More ideas for potential stories. One eloquently urged us to explore the basement practice area, to talk with music students sequestered there – “for whom the homework is never finished.”
“It’s not like math,” he said to us, “where there are right and wrong answers. Music students have to practice again and again. And to be self-critical. Did they get the fingering, the feel of the piece?” A solid feature profile idea from a chance encounter. It was better than I hoped we’d experience on our walk around campus.
I also had a student disappear from the walk. He apparently thought that a walk around campus was his chance to escape from class. He’s the same student who keeps asking me why we’re doing things – “what was the point of that?” is his general approach. It makes me sad – his youthful arrogance will cause him to miss so much. And he’ll likely be paying student loans for years on classes he barely attended.
He makes me think college is wasted on the young.