The title explains that this is a story of higher education; but more than that, my journey to get here. This true tale of my personal and educational history will help you to understand my convictions, beliefs, passions and weaknesses. I hope it inspires, enlightens or at the very least, amuses you.
Part Five – Convictional Stirrings II: World History and Unrest
Okay, let’s review… I was homeschooled, I have Dysautonomia, I was supposed to be a Broadcast Comm. Major at Mansfield, but came home to pursue a more affordable option that entails me working long hours at my seasonal job and am currently attending the local community college part time. Got it? Good.
Last semester, I was only able to fit one class into my insane work schedule. The spring semester, however, doesn’t span the most grueling part of my work year. I was able to afford the tuition and time for three classes this semester, so that is what I registered for. I registered for three classes, and before I was two weeks into the semester I was only taking two.
The magical vanishing class is World History. I love history. Only, I’ve really only ever studied American history in a way that grabs my attention; admittedly, I know far less about world history than I should or would like to. I was looking forward to taking this course in college, hoping it could be presented in the way that would capture my attention and draw me in.
…It definitely captured my attention…
Before I explain, let me ask you, what does history mean to you? Here are a few examples given by Merriam Webster to define history:
- A chronological record of significant events (as affecting a nation or institution) often including an explanation of their causes
- A branch of knowledge that records and explains past events
- An established record
Now let me ask you this: How do you teach something that is pre-historic? How do you teach something that comes before history? We call it pre-historic because it comes from an era which we have no documentation; no record to speak of.
New question: what is science? Merriam Webster defines it this way:
- knowledge or a system of knowledge covering general truths or the operation of general laws especially as obtained and tested through scientific method
- a system or method reconciling practical ends with scientific laws
Isn’t it true that the study of the creation of new life (babies) is science? I would tend to think so, since there are scientific studies that are being done to determine when life truly begins. Shouldn’t it follow, then, that creation of mankind (creation or evolution) is also science?
Chapter one in my world history book, Worlds Together, Worlds Apart (Jon Durbin, editor), is titled “Becoming Human.” This is where we talk about evolution. We discuss Lucy, and the other bones scientists found, dating methods that scientists used, how the apes – or – the “precursor to humans” adapted to climate change, etc. etc. Evolution was presented as fact in a HISTORY class.
This is about when it dawns on me; I am literally paying someone to LIE TO ME.
Don’t misunderstand me; I have no problem with people teaching the theory of evolution, alongside the theory of creation in a science class. The debate that took place at the Creation Museum at the beginning of the month wasn’t between historians; they were SCIENTISTS, using SCIENCE to defend their THEORY. Do you know why it isn’t history? Because it’s PRE-historic! We’re talking about an era before records and journals and personal accounts.
I thought about it, and thought about it, and thought about it, and I decided to drop the course. Even though this was only the first lesson in my course, I couldn’t go through with it. I just felt plain icky. It was similar to the feeling I got at Mansfield before deciding to withdraw.
The way the material was all presented as fact, in a history course, wrapped up with a nifty little climate-change bow on top was enough to make me uneasy. It is indoctrination, plain and simple. The worst part of it all? I was giving them my hard earned money, pretty much asking them to indoctrinate me.
Am I making a mountain out of mole hill? Perhaps I am. But I work hard for my money and I’ve definitely taken a long journey to get my experience of higher education just right. I just can’t understand paying someone with my money to ruin my education.
My problem and unrest went far beyond this class. I was just having trouble getting excited for school at all. It can seem like a bit of a money-sucking waste-of-time at points. Dropping the class and getting my refund helped for the semester, but moving forward I knew, I would need something that excites me if I was going to sink this kind of time and money into my education. I think I found that something.