"A Man should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently and die gallantly. Specialization is for insects."
From : Time Enough for Love
By Robert A. Heinlein
I’ve many friends with doctorates and masters and you could paper the inside of Skydome or the Rogers Center or whatever the hell it’s called these days with the lambskin decorating the walls in many of these peoples homes.
This is my experience…it isn’t necessarily indicative of the greater majority…
Two PHD’s I know…were amazed that I could save their one-hundred and fifty year old barn…by sinking posts in the ground and using block and tackle to straighten it up after I cut the mortise pins that held the tenons in place…then hammering in new pins…. That I could repair a part of the foundation that had collapsed on one corner…fieldstone foundation…demanding lots of elbow grease and some hand mixed mortar…
That I could build a heating device for seating the wax foundation that is used in beehives to give the little critters something to build…on…with a transformer from an old TV and some bits of wire I built a heating circuit to do what they’d been doing with an ancient reverse pizza cutter and boiling water…sure my method requries power…failing that …(not designing something to address a need that wasn’t there)…I shortened the time this process took…
That I could rebuild their maple sugaring shack and evaporation process….
Had to study for this one…the evaporator pans fit on a semi-circular (bottom profile) firepit that is wider at the feed end than it is at the smokestack end…truncated rhombus…if any of you have a clue what that means…
That I could wire a house from the stack…where the electricity enters the house at the panel..from the street…
That I could plumb hot water cold water and waste water lines throughout a house that had no plumbing in it since it was built…
That I could design duct work and cold air return systems and wire and install a furnace in this same building…
That I’ve built amplifiers and intercoms, radios and computers, gasoline engines and am reasonably knowledgeable about just about anything that flies runs on track or wheels…
The list goes on….
I didn’t learn how to do any of these things while attending two different universities…one in Canada and one in the United States….
What I learned in “school” was to kiss ass and “play the game”..absolutely necessary skills if you’re going to continue in academia or enter the larger “game” that’s called economics or law or administration that’s played by dullards and hacks and costs everyone far too much money….
Now I don’t regard myself as “normal”, couldn’t pretend for a moment to not be one of those folk who blow the Bell curve to hell and back…but not because of anything I ever learned in “school”…..
What have (in many instances people..graduates and doctors) from my profession done for the world???
We learned that education means not upsetting little Tommy or Sally by testing them and when they “fail” we dare not tell them they didn’t measure-up..that would destroy their “self-esteem”….
We learned that everything from poor parenting skills to abberant behaviour isn’t anyone’s responsibility…there’s the “fat gene” the “drunk gene” the “stupid gene”….
We learned that difficult children weren’t paying the price for poor and failed parenting that they were ADD or ADHD…or autistic or bi-polar or or or….suffering from some condition or illness…for which there are absolutely no biological indicators….
We learned that all the talk in the world won’t solve a damn thing and all the great brains oozing out of our lofty education system are actually fit for slinging burgers and driving taxis….
A system created for the wealthy and influential that uses myths like higher-education and the alphabet soup of letters after a name to protect the normal folk from naming what most of these people are saying most of the time….nonsense bull-shyte….
We’ve made some labor un-“status”-worthy…so we hire illegals to clean our pools and houses, clean up our messes and do the dirty work ..then bitch at them for being here…. No Canadian (and very few Americans) would work for the same wages they’re prepared to pay Jamacians and Mexicans and Dominicans to harvest green peppers, tobacco and sugar cane….
Degrees don’t impress me and I’m with oldnugly on this one…
We’ve all embraced various myths and the lettered-man is just one more…