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I once believed university was a shared intellectual pursuit. That faith has been obliterated

I once believed university was a shared intellectual pursuit. That faith has been obliterated

  • BuelldozerEnglish
    -9•1 day ago

    I wonder if this Professor is aware that they’re regurgitating the exact same arguments that damn near every Teacher / Professor / Instructor on the planet used against calculators?

    It boils down thusly ‘If you can’t do the maths long form them you can’t possibly understand them. You won’t always have a calculator in your pocket so you must be able to do it yourself.’ The argument was junk in the 80s and 4 decades later its still junk.

    " I once believed university was a shared intellectual pursuit. " Then you need to get off your intellectual high horse and pursue the goal of integrating technology, the highest product of modern society, into how you teach.

    Stop yelling at clouds Troy, lest ye’ be mistaken for an Old Man with an onion on their belt.

    • Poplar?English
      2•10 hours ago

      Its clear you didnt bother to read the article.

      • @[email protected]English
        1•4 hours ago

        Most of the comments here appear that way. It’s kind of darkly humourous considering the essay.

      • 🇸‌🇵‌🇪‌🇨‌🇺‌🇱‌🇦‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌English
        6•23 hours ago

        Bagels and Calculators

        I once believed a bagel was a sacred, noble thing, A circle of wisdom, a torus of spring. Boiled in tradition, baked into lore, Yet here I am, watching folks spread mayo—what for?

        They tell me, “If you can’t make the dough by hand, You’ll never understand the bagel’s true stand.” Knead it, proof it, roll it tight, Or else your breakfast ain’t done right.

        But listen, Professor of Flour and Yeast, I have a toaster, let me feast. You scorn my shortcuts, my modern ways, Like old men shouting at clouds for days.

        You once claimed math must be long and cruel, No shortcuts, no gadgets, just suffering in school. Yet now, in pockets, machines hum and glow, Cranking out answers you swore we’d not know.

        So pardon me while I sip my brew, And bite this bagel, fresh and new. For whether it’s dough or sums or gears, Progress rolls forward—it has for years.