Saturday, June 27, 2009
No academic ties
Ah, the great sprawling novels we would create. But we need to eat. Switching from literature to academe. But academe can be a snake pit. The competition is so intense because the stakes are so low. Not the great novel, no. Job security, tenure. People who imagine themselves talented had to leave academe. Go elsewhere. Atmosphere too poisoned with yahoos, frauds, idiots most of them; the teachers without degrees. But several degrees of student manipulation!
The able soon eased out of the college. Slimy adacemics, or at least academic manques here. No other intent but to keep the job. No novel, no thesis (this was a community college after all)--only the unfit survive, for work experience trumped the PhD, and former factory bullies rise to the top. Like in the Canadian Broadccasting corportation. The people at the top have no broadcasting training whatsoever...But can they manipulate and bully. Drive out the really creative people. Give you program series like Little Mosque on the Prairie. Banish first-rate satire on Canada like The Royal Canadian Air Farce. Dumb everybody down.
Small wonder that some announcers, driven to drink, will have a slip of the tongue one day and announce, "This is the Canadian Broadcorping Castration."
I got to the college (I think) honestly. I had worked in the journalistic vinyards. I had no PhD, but close, as my published novel was part of the key to academe. And I was working on the PhD.
But enter the plumbers and the manipulators.
If you can't do anything else, teach, goes the maxim.
These bozos couldn't even teach so in the classic Peter Principle, they were promoted to administrate. Those who can't teach--administrate.
But still, the remustered factory hands. Bullies rise to the top. Always. No matter where.
Fuzzy-eared creative types must suffer what they must.
The rumustered clods, Bulls in the china shop of academe. Manipulate students. Even sexually-- Little suckers get in the way of empire building.
Plato's academy had the motto: Those ignorant of mathematics should not enter here.
Well, many of these dweebs couldn't even spell, let alone add.
Unlike a university, a community college has no standards, not for teachers, and seemingly less for students.
Thank God the community colleges in Canada, some of them, have become degree-granting institutions.. Hopefully there is improvement in the quality of teachers and, most importantly, the students.
You can be only as good as the master, but if he is a grade ten dropout who somehow weaseled his way into the CBC, was found out--and ended teaching communications at a community college-well, all the worse for you. You'll spend three years learning abuut the volume control panel, becaue the teacher is not up to his job and focuses instead, on ephemera. And half the time, he's trying to get into your pants. Not survival of the fittest, oh no. Survival of the fittingest.
When a pervert meets a pervert comin' through the rye, looking for the student who himself is about to go odd. And sometimes causing a suicide. And what does it all have to do with education? Chiggered if I know. "It don't amount to a hill of beans," explains the yokel teacher.
Farmers and factory hands at the helm. Can't add, can't spell. But can they cast a spell on the poor, insecure and weak student, usually a late bloomer and, with maniacs at the helm, perhaps as in high school, nipped in the bud again.
The taxpayers don't know. Three years of wasting time learning the control panel of a broadcasing studio. No emphasis on the actor's discipline known as Speech, elocution, delivery, confidence.
How is a manipulative grade ten dropout teacher going to instill confidence?
Ah, bend over, kid.
Thankfully, the computer and the internet arrived. Too dumb to handle even the simplest intellecual tasks, the bad teachers have had to go elsewhere. Stupidity had been hunted out into the light.
Such had been the way of the Ontario community college...At least over here in King City, where the institution became quickly known as the King Zoo, abounding in fools and knaves for teachers, frustrating gifted student, who dropped out by the dozens. Teacher reduced to three students out of 24," but bigod, I've got tenure."
We untenured profs did what we could, but by the time we got a student published and in the media, it seemed almost too late. The maniac animals had risen to the top of the KIng Zoo.
Primates. Administrators."I've got tenure and you ain't...And we both started out at the same time. Take that!"
Ah, yes reformed plumber and now barrack room lawyer. You finally upgraded your paperwork. You had to.
But you've pissed off a professional and now you can take this.