When I
was in college, back in the 1960’s, I spent lots of time trying to figure out
what to do with the rest of my life. I wanted to be an architect or a mining
engineer or a treasure hunter, depending on the mood of the day.
Then I
stumbled onto a brand new profession, called computer programming. It sounded
technical, mysterious and lucrative. I decided to give it a try. It was a great
way to make a living and lasted about 35 years.
Then
at the turn of the century, known as Y2K in the computer world, my career as a
computer programmer was coming to a grinding halt. What once had been technical
had become mundane. Programming was no longer mysterious or lucrative as
thousands of programmers had flooded the job market and, after Y2K, many of the
programming jobs were outsourced overseas. A thriving profession had become a
dead end. So once again, I spent lots of time trying to figure out what to do
with the rest of my life.
In the
spring of 2001, my life took an unexpected left turn. Ozarka College in Melbourne,
Arkansas, was looking for a person to teach computer courses.
Such
person was required to have a master’s degree in the discipline and some
related experience. Since I appeared to be such a person, this caught my
interest. I also had a B.S. (business) and an M.S. (management information
systems), plus plenty of related experience, thus I appeared to be qualified
for the job.
Even
though I had no teaching experience, except for tutoring junior programmers, I
applied for the position. The job interview went well. I talked to the Vice
President of Academic Affairs and the head of the business technology
department, detailing my work history. They were two of the nicest people I’d
ever met. My first reaction was to check to make sure I still had my wallet.
Having been a city slicker most of my life, my instincts around overly nice
people are that they want to sell you something or swindle you out of
something, or both.
For
whatever reason, I was offered the job and started in the fall 2001 semester with
one night class called CIS1303 – Computer Information Systems. I gave it my
best shot, the students appeared to learn things, and no one got hurt.
I went
on to be an adjunct instructor at Ozarka College for the next six years,
teaching a couple of differing night classes each semester, at facilities in
Melbourne and Ash Flat. Every desk had a computer, tied into the main system at
the Melbourne campus.
Being
a teacher had been one of the most wonderful experiences in my life.
I
taught computer classes in the evenings (or late afternoons) and only taught a
few nights per week, which fit my ambition level at the time of taking life
easy. While being a teacher is not the road to riches, it kept the lights
burning.
Teachers
are a special breed. When I worked in the corporate world, particularly in
larger companies, being adept at office politics was often more important than
doing a good job. Workers tried to please management by making themselves look
good and making others look bad. In order to survive in such an atmosphere, you
had to join the action or be trampled in the process.
However,
teachers generally tend to be cooperative and helpful. They’re more focused on
what’s best for the students than what’s best for themselves. It may be
different in larger colleges, but everyone at Ozarka College was so nice that I
was constantly checking to make sure I still had my wallet.
The
greatest benefit of being a teacher was the satisfaction that came from helping
others gain knowledge.
“Share your knowledge -- it's a way to
achieve immortality.” 14th Dalai Lama
Computer
skills have become a basic necessity in much of everyday life these days. The
more I was able to help students improve their skills, the better I felt about
myself and my new profession. There’s no greater reward than the sense of
fulfillment that comes at the end of a semester when my students confidently
scatter into the real world.
Computer
students generally came in two varieties -- youngsters not far out of high
school who had considerable computer skills and older people who wanted to
learn about computers so they could make use of their home PCs.
One
thing I learned along the way is that a teacher never stops learning. For
example, there is a big difference between young whippersnappers (younger
generations) and old codgers (older generations).
One
semester at the Melbourne facility, there were 18 students in my Microprocessor
Applications class. Four of them were older students, in their 40s and 50s.
These four students had impeccable attendance records and the four highest
overall grades, based on computer projects and tests. The rest of the students
were a year or two out of high school. With few exceptions, they had spotty
attendance and didn't seem to put forth an effort equal to their older
counterparts.
By the
way, everyone in that particular class was a female student, thus these
differences had nothing to do with gender.
One
semester at the Ash Flat facility, I had 11 students in my Introduction to
Computers class. There were five older students, ages 30 to 75, and six
students fresh out of high school. Once again, the five older students had good
attendance records and the five highest overall grades, even though they knew
less about computers at the outset than the youngsters.
This
isn't exactly a scientific survey, but from my point of view old codgers seem
to have a strong ethic to succeed while young whippersnappers have a strong
yearning to slide through life with the greatest of ease.
Having
interviewed and hired people in the past as the Lead Programmer and General
Manager of a Computer Software Company, it's been my experience that the best
workers are the ones who actually show up and put forth an effort once they get
there.
A
strong work ethic and eager attitude (beyond the false persona of the interview
process) were always major requirements when I hired people. Having finished
college is also a must. An employer is more willing to hire someone who has
demonstrated they can finish what they started rather than some hotshot who
quits in the middle. Being smart is secondary to a good work ethic. And being a
class clown only helps if you want to become a comic or a writer.
"What a teacher is, is more important than what he
teaches." Karl A. Menninger
There
seems to be a generation gap throughout society these days. Many young people
don't want to take responsibility for their own future. It's as though they
expect some outside force, such as an omnipresent government, to control their
world so they can just float through life without encountering too many
obstacles or making too many decisions.
In a
recent poll of 100,000 high school students, only 51% believe newspapers should
be allowed to publish content without government approval and 20% feel people
should not be allowed to express unpopular views. Apparently, fascism is a
desirable concept among an alarmingly large percentage of the youth of America.
Clearly,
there are real differences between generations.
- Young whippersnappers worry about the driver's test – old codgers worry about the vision test.
- Old codgers remember where they were when JFK was assassinated – young whippersnappers remember where they were when INVASION OF THE ZOMBIES movie came out.
- Young whippersnappers arrange for their next KEG – old codgers arrange for their next EKG.
- Old codgers move to Arizona because it's warm -- young whippersnappers move to Arizona because it's cool.
- Young whippersnappers often have long hair – old codgers often long for hair.
- Old codgers fought wars for freedom of speech – young whippersnappers believe in freedom of speech as long as you get government approval first and don't say anything disagreeable.
If you
want to get ahead in this world, show up and do the work. If you want to goof
off, move to San Francisco. I've been there a few times -- it didn't take very
long to get past it, but I still have a little bit of goof-off in reserve.
If you
believe in freedom, fight for it. If you want to be a slave, empower those in
charge to monitor everyone more closely and suppress unpopular thought, and
perhaps build "re-education" centers for those who stray.
Government
is dominated by those who yearn to control others. It becomes increasingly
powerful by eroding liberty, requiring conformity and demanding obedience.
When
you lose your individuality, you lose your soul.
Being
a teacher is a lot like being rich -- it’s a wonderful way of life, just in a
lower tax bracket.
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Quote
for the Day – "Those
who know how to think need no teachers." Mahatma Gandhi
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Bret Burquest is the author of 12 books. He lives in the Ozark
Mountains with a few dogs and fond memories of being a teacher.
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