DOAA warning to all who read this (which I think is about eight people with nothing better to do): this is going to say uncomplimentary things about a group of people. So if you don't want to read about my amusement and bemusement about this group, please clicky to the left to go to a blog that's much more uplifting.
So yesterday is our last "summer" preregistration period at the college. We have had three out of four of these things to let high school students come in and get their classes so that the week prior to school starting is a lot less hectic for both them and us. The problem, of course, is that we've already registered about 3100 students so everyone who is involved in putting this on knows this is going to be a pretty tough day. ("No, you can't have four classes from 9-1 on MWF, those filled two months ago but we do have a class at 9 pm to midnight in our hole in the wall off-campus site in the middle of nowhere Georgia...")
New for this year is an set of orientation sessions to help the students and their parents get a sense of what college is going to be like before they register in hopes of getting the families to take things a bit more seriously. My role in this? I'm supposed to speak to the parents about how college is different than high school and how they can support their child and help them do better. We do similar session for the students but what 18-year old ever listened to someone who told them to think about something.
So, I'm down at the Fine Arts auditorium a bit early so that I can hear what is said before we divide the students from their parents for a good part of the rest of the day. As we're dividing the students up the two girls behind me keep talking while the Director of Enrollment Services is telling everyone about who needs to go where. Twice they miss their announcement to go and I have to spur them along. Then, as we are wrapping up, this blonde girl gets up out of her seat, walks almost to the front of the auditorium and says, "I have a pink dot on my folder. You didn't call those did you?" Actually, they had been the second group called and she had missed it. It was everything I could do to keep from laughing at loud. Not just what she said but the way she said it. Just absolutely clueless. If ever a stereotype was met, these three girls where doing everyhtin they could to make sure they reinforced theirs.
As I was telling my wife the story last night I came up with a term for the blonde, the two students who I had to help and a couple of students we saw later on: DOA. Now you might think that means "Dead on Arrival" which is probably true but actually I've decided that it means, "Dumb on Arrival". Now I know that it's probably very mean to say that but come on. The day is young and the first important instruction is being given and you can't follow it? How's college going to go for these students? Seriously, the two girls behind me only seemed to be able to think about getting the easiest classes they could and how "they" didn't want to do this or that or whatever (usually referring to taking required courses they might not like). No sense of impending opportunity or challenge to met or anything like that. Short of a couple of finger snaps and head tosses they communicated in every way possible that this whole scene was way too lame for them to take an interest in.
I had a couple of DOAs later in the day at registration who coun't read their academic summaries and came into my registration room for non-learning support students when they were clearly marked learning support. From what I could tell, the couple had done just about everything possible to circumvent the system that had put into place to help them succeed so that they didn't have to sit in separate rooms. When I asked twice if they were math/science students with no learning support requirements they answered in the affirmative both times. DOA.
The terrible thing is that for most students I'll do everything I can to help them be successful but for students like this it's like a switch gets flipped inside of me and I want to just walk away. The biggest thing I think is that I just don't believe they can be successful in a college environment. Honestly, I give the five students I'm talking about one semester here at Gordon; two if they're especially stubborn or clueless. A professor is going to say they need to read 20 pages in their text and they're either not going to hear the assignment or they're going to say, "Whatever." Then, when they're expected to know something about what they read they'll be clueless and then not know what to do (and probably blame the professor form being "mean") and fail the assessment instrument. You may say, "Who cares, they're only hurting themselves." The problem is that we're full up. They're taking up seats non-DOA students could have an opportunity to get. Secondly, they're wasting our taxpayer dollars and probably HOPE scholarship dollars. It's pathetic. I'm all for giving every person the opportunity to better themselves through education but the person actually has to think of it as an opportunity. GOSH!
Anyways, I have a day and a weekend to recover and chuckle over it before we start back. Some cycling, some cleaning, some yardwork, some reading, some R&R and some prep in the office. All to come on this action-filled weekend.
Thanks for reading.