I often have said that to be a college president, you need a thick skin, a good sense of humor, and nerves like sewer pipes.
When I was in high school and college, I thought everybody could think in pictures. And my first inkling to my thinking was even different was when I was in college and I read an article about, you know, some scientist said that the caveman could not have designed tools until they had language.
At college I’d seen my dead frog’s limbs twitch under some applied stimulus or other – seen, but hadn’t believed. Didn’t dream of thinking beyond or around what I saw.
I want my kids to graduate from high school. But that’s not enough. I also want them to go to college. Why? Because rich people’s kids go to college. And if that’s good enough for them, it’s good enough for my kids. Because you know what? College graduates don’t tend to go to jail as frequently as nongraduates.
To go back and read Swift and Defoe and Samuel Johnson and Smollett and Pope – all those people we had to read in college English courses – to read them now is to have one of the infinite pleasures in life.
It is not my wish to lounge about the college and fatten on a fellowship all my days. I am always trying to look upon a college life as a medium not an end.
Washing dishes as a 17-year-old in an Oxford college and seeing the privileged lifestyles of the undergraduates there convinced me that a system that allowed luxury for the few at the expense of the many needed to be challenged.
I tell you, in this country, you don’t get much of an education. Throughout high school, through junior college, which is all I went, I didn’t know anything about the annihilation of all the Indian nations that were here.
Presidents are elected not by direct popular vote but by 538 members of the Electoral College.
In college, you learn how to learn. Four years is not too much time to spend at that.