The Professor in the Home

Tony Woodlief:

Every month, money flies from my checking account to the education savings accounts of my children, because I don't want them to become hobos. This is one way I allay my fear the world will eat them up. It's a mark of a good parent to worry over where--and whether--his child will go to college, isn't it?

I need to confess a profoundly un-American heresy: I question what my children will get for the money. I don't question the value of education (though we make it a panacea for deeper ills of the soul); I doubt the capacity of most educational institutions to impart much beyond what one could obtain with, as the protagonist in Good Will Hunting notes, "a dollar-fifty in late charges at the public library."
I know there are teachers who can help a student get far more out of Dracula, say, than he might acquire on his own. They can cultivate in him a healthy awareness of the various psycho-sexual literary analytical clubs with which the text has been bludgeoned for decades, for example, or even help him challenge dominant beliefs about what Dracula, and monster literature more broadly, means to us culturally. There are teachers like that; I've seen them in action, and they are a heartening, humbling species to behold.

Posted by Jim Zellmer at December 27, 2013 12:23 AM
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