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I haven’t been writing for weeks. Not this writing anyway, because as well as looking after the gruesome foursome over the hols, I’ve also had a whopping great essay project to complete (not finished) which seems to be consuming all waking hours and those when I should be asleep. Insomnia is a complete bitch.
I would rather have been waxing lyrical about camp bestival, Yorkshire sculpture park, Tyneside, uniforms and the hell of swapping the kids’ bedrooms rooms over, but it will have to wait. Academia. That’s a bitch too.
HAVE you found your usually tidy home strewn with wet towels and dirty dishes, and been unable to find the remote control this week?
Then you may have a student home for the holidays.
Yes, you tearfully waved them off to university and then yo-yoed between great sadness at your baby flying the nest and great joy at having your weekly grocery shop last longer than a day.
But now they are back, genuinely happy to see you and make the most of your great generosity.
If you have an undergraduate home for the holidays you’ll find them a different beast than the one you had back for Christmas – this one has Work to do.
Try not to question them too vigorously about why all their work appears to be due now, while they could/should have been studying all year. It’s a fact that universities’ assignment dates all come in around May because they should have been progressively learning throughout the year, ready for assessment at the end of the teaching year.
So they may not be willing to admit to you that they spent most of the year recovering from hangovers or watching back-to-back episodes of Keeping up with the Kardasians or Made in Chelsea, when perhaps they should have been in lectures or the library.
But hey, they’re young, they’re students, and you can be pretty confident that they don’t need reminding that they really need to get their head down and get studying while they are at home.
It’s always been a universal truth that students aged between 18 and 25 and in full-time education have the most time on their hands and the least worries, when you compare them with those who have to juggle work, paying a mortgage and childcare. But don’t think they have it easy these days. Those debts, already a whopping three and a half grand a year just for tuition fees, do make today’s students feel far more pressure than our generation did.
And they’re not daft, they know there’s more of them graduating than there were in our time, and fewer jobs to go around. They know if they fail that assignment, or worse still, the year, they may have the embarrassment of having to sit a module or even a whole year again, PAYING again, just to make it through the three years with a piece of paper that calls them a Graduate.
These days they are far less likely to scream “you don’t understand ANYTHING about me,” but now they have been out in the big wide world, and had to fend for themselves, you may actually be starting to believe it yourself.
They might, possibly, be panicking enough over Easter to tell you they can’t do anything but study; but it is important, mentally, that they have at least a day or two with no books and just relax. Take them for dinner, pay for a hairdresser/barber appointment, but just temporarily take their mind off the deadlines.
But once that’s done, leave them alone and don’t distract them. Be the exasperated parent you used to be and make them get to work. This may be tough, as you’ll want to spend as much time as possible with them because you know in a week or so they’ll be gone again. Back to the place you painfully have to hear them refer to as ‘home’.
AS there’s plenty of chat about university places at the moment, I thought I’d dig out a column from earlier in the year featuring some of my beloved former students:
FOR the past few weeks I’ve been marking exam papers. And it’s made me realise how much of a under-used skill spelling seems to have become.
I appreciate the fact I’m a journalist, writing in the ‘Chronical'[SIC]. Being fussy about spelling errors.
But there’s a difference between the occasional typing error or misplaced comma, and the apparent lack of effort by people who are supposed to be in the top percentage of learners – university students.
I know, I know, it means you’re getting old when you start moaning about how badly young people are educated ‘these days.’
However, I know as a parent of primary age children that they still have weekly spelling tests and are expected to learn them.
So what happens after that? Do secondary schools mark down homework and coursework for incorrect spelling? Why do seemingly intelligent teenagers with reasonable A Level grades arrive at higher education with such a poor grasp of grammar? And then expect to get degrees in ‘writing’ subjects like English and journalism?
It’s not all of them, of course. Across the classes there are many whose use of English is perfect. More often than not, the ones who spell correctly are from overseas.
Mature students, and those with dyslexia, also tend to produce work that has been corrected.
Those who don’t bother tend to be late teens, early 20s, and British. It’s not just their work, their entire communication is full of errors.
I don’t agree that it’s texting which has perpetuated this laziness with English. After all, most use predictive text which spells words for you. Today’s students spend their entire lives talking to each other via instant messaging, texts, email and tweets.
Mostly I blame ‘It Doesn’t Matter’ syndrome. It’s just a quick post on Twitter, so it dunt matta. I’m just replying to someone on Facebook, so it’s informal. Teens will always stick two fingers up to the oldies by vandalising language.
And that’s fine, in their own time. But not when you want me to mark your impossible-to-decipher essay.
So how to fix it? This wasn’t just a handful of teens who didn’t know the difference between their, there, and they’re. This was the majority.
Most common offences seem to be the disregard of all capital letters, at the beginning of sentences or for proper names. Then there are words that sound similar but they can’t decide which to use and can’t be bothered to check. And apostrophes? Stuck in anywhere! (Mostly for plurals, or should I say, plural’s)
One of the first things I insisted on was that any emails sent to me had to be spell-checked, with capital letters in the right places and correct use of apostrophes, or I wouldn’t read them. Then they had to proof-read each other’s work in class, which bored them rigid and made them at least hit the spell-check button more regularly. And it has improved. One girl admitted she simply hadn’t noticed how badly she communicated. Another was delighted when he finally understood when to put an apostrophe in “it’s.”
I find it disrespectful to receive communication where people can’t even be bothered to put a capital letter on their OWN name, let alone mine. Is it really so hard to type the word you’re unsure of into an online dictionary? Or, heaven forbid, use a REAL dictionary?
So when I’ve been marking work which is littered with errors, it shows they haven’t bothered, so they lose marks. Assignments and exams should be a reflection of your best work, showing off your abilities.
Basic grammar and correct spelling are like table manners. It puts me off if you don’t use them.
STILL on the subject of money (sorry), I’m marvelling at how many parents are somehow finding the cash to support their children through university. But they are.
Some lunatic parents are even ringing around the universities for their offspring. Really. I was in a uni office once and heard a woman ringing in to try to get a place for her daughter. The person who took the call asked if the potential student could perhaps ring herself? After all, at 18 she was an adult. Turned out the daughter was 28, but still had Mummy running around doing her dirty work. And this wasn’t unusual. Jeesh.
A seasoned university don told me that he sometimes has parents who insisted on being in the student’s interview. He refused, of course. And the reason isn’t because they are paying for it, and therefore want to know everything. No, they just can’t bear to allow their little darlings to grow-up and think for themselves. No wonder we have such a generation of useless, needy wretches on our hands.
The announcement that universities can charge what they like for courses is staggering. I’m not sure many parents even realise what they are forking out £3,500+ a year for as it is.
Just having a degree hasn’t been a guarantee of a good job for a couple of decades. If you are paying for your offspring to study, for goodness sake, make them understand they can’t treat it like a three-year holiday and scrape out with a third. A waste of their time and your money.
The idea of trying to help my four children go university in the future terrifies me. We just won’t be able to afford it.
My own parents couldn’t afford it, and that was back in the days when tuition was free – or at least, paid for by your local authority via taxes. If your parents couldn’t/wouldn’t support you, you got a bar job, or stacked shelves.
Now you are positively encouraged to take out enormous loans and end up owing thousands, with no certainty that there will be a job at the end of it.
Inevitably, the only people able to support their children through higher education will be the rich, even if their kids aren’t actually bright enough to deserve the place.