June 29th, 2010
Happiness and Higher Education: Never the Twain Shall Meet?
Today, I was assaulted by an article. There I was, happily reading along and deciding what my response to the article would be, when suddenly I felt clever. The article was Higher education does not equal happiness by Judith Ireland, and it was well written, which somehow made things worse. The altercation took place between the fourth and fifth paragraphs. It was at that moment that I looked up and realized that the obvious conclusion to be drawn from “Higher education does not equal happiness” is that ignorance is bliss. I patted myself on the back and read on…
While pretentious scholarly types will dismiss the report as proof ignorance really is bliss, its author, Mike Dockery of the Curtin Institute of Technology, is unsure why it has confirmed the puzzling phenomenon that people in developed countries with higher levels of education report lower levels of wellbeing.
Okay, I’ve been called pretentious before, even scholarly, but the combination of the two made me feel like–well, it made me feel like Judith totally had my number. Fear not; I got over myself pretty quickly and started being genuinely intrigued.
Let’s start from a high level…
The Definition of a Western Education
As I understand and generally misquote, a Western education should serve one main purpose: to give those who’ve completed it the ability to reason. This ability to judge, to question, to argue prepares one to be a model, participating citizen, at least in the classic sense. It is, at the very least, a noble goal. [I should note here that I can't find any reference to my definition anywhere, but I rather enjoy it, so we're going to run with it because it helps me prove my point.] The other side of the coin–that’s the teaching-people-to-reason coin–is that a successful Western education nurtures skepticism. So here we all are, out in the Information Age, being blasted with more memes than we know what to do with, and we have to question everything.
Is it any wonder that we, the pretentious scholarly types, are paling in the face of the postmodern abyss? Surely it does mean that ignorance is bliss. And I for one am sick and tired of seeing the forest for the trees. Let’s go down to town hall, tear off our sociological imaginations, and burn them, for all to see!
Ahem.
So, if we toss that lot of elitist, second-hand, armchair-philosophy nonsense out the window, we’re left with an interesting question: what is wrong with us?
The Real Culprit
Further on in the article, we’re met with some hefty statistics about underemployment and student loan debt, followed by:
Perhaps rather than feeling let down about real life, university students feel let down about university instead.
Could the case be so pragmatic? Could it be that the contemporary college grad is just inundated by debt and struggling for work? Could it be, too, that we always wanted to grow up to be the president of police astronauts, and being stuck inside a cubicle, behind a register, or generally smiling and thanking people for being rude just isn’t working out the way we’d hoped? Yeah, that’s probably a bit more like it.
Pull Your Head Out…of the Clouds
Here’s an idea that’s worked for me: Stop focusing on how you thought things would be different, and start embracing the fact that they are. It’s time to grow up, but that doesn’t mean you’re dying tomorrow. You’ve still got plenty of time to achieve those dreams. The only real hiccup is that you’ve got to spend time keeping yourself afloat–your parents don’t pay for anything anymore, nobody cleans up after you, and you get excited about health insurance–these things happen.
Feeling a little envious of those aforementioned, happy-go-lucky vocational students? Enroll in an MBA program; you’d be hard pressed to find a master’s degree more practical than that. Is it the cubicle that’s grating on you? It’s never too late to pick up a less business-oriented skill.
Of course, if you’re happy feeling sorry for yourself and lamenting what could have been, by all means, keep at it.
