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I was 20 or so, seated uncomfortably in a suit across a desk from a bored professional in his early forties. I was interviewing for an internship, not because I was interested in the job but because I wanted more interviewing experience. After a pretty dull beginning, he asked me why I was studying engineering.
There were three answers I could have given. The first was the one my mother would have offered, that I had been analytically minded since childhood, fascinated by the ways that things were assembled and functioned together. The second answer I might have given was that the pride of my family in my choosing a "hard" major, coupled with a probable ticket into a comfortably middle class life, was a potent cocktail. I gave neither.
Instead I started describing my educational goals in abstractions. I was seeking a truly Renaissance education, with a detailed knowledge of art, science, history, math, and music. I was searching for perfect conversation, and in pursuit of that I wanted to be able to talk about anything. A traditional liberal arts curriculum wasn't nearly rigorous enough, but I figured independent study could get me where I wanted to go as far as music, history, and art were concerned. Knowing myself I had decided that I needed the discipline of organized study when it came to math and science, and the best way to learn both was through engineering.
I didn't get the job, but the story came to me this morning. I rode the bus and ferry into Seattle with one of Tim and Truly's particularly delightful neighbors, whom they call "The Genius". He taught himself calculus and trig while he was a bored sophomore and instead of being a junior in high school he is taking accelerated math courses at the University of Washington. I drew on some long ago classes, as well as my ability to develop an opinion on anything, and had a delightful conversation about arithmetic proofs and the innumeracy of American culture.
I've had a warm glow from it all afternoon.
There were three answers I could have given. The first was the one my mother would have offered, that I had been analytically minded since childhood, fascinated by the ways that things were assembled and functioned together. The second answer I might have given was that the pride of my family in my choosing a "hard" major, coupled with a probable ticket into a comfortably middle class life, was a potent cocktail. I gave neither.
Instead I started describing my educational goals in abstractions. I was seeking a truly Renaissance education, with a detailed knowledge of art, science, history, math, and music. I was searching for perfect conversation, and in pursuit of that I wanted to be able to talk about anything. A traditional liberal arts curriculum wasn't nearly rigorous enough, but I figured independent study could get me where I wanted to go as far as music, history, and art were concerned. Knowing myself I had decided that I needed the discipline of organized study when it came to math and science, and the best way to learn both was through engineering.
I didn't get the job, but the story came to me this morning. I rode the bus and ferry into Seattle with one of Tim and Truly's particularly delightful neighbors, whom they call "The Genius". He taught himself calculus and trig while he was a bored sophomore and instead of being a junior in high school he is taking accelerated math courses at the University of Washington. I drew on some long ago classes, as well as my ability to develop an opinion on anything, and had a delightful conversation about arithmetic proofs and the innumeracy of American culture.
I've had a warm glow from it all afternoon.
tee hee
Date: 2008-10-28 03:37 pm (UTC)