Today, I tried to get my mythology students to talk a little bit about heroes. We're wrapping up our reading of Ovid's Metamorphoses, and I wanted to get into a discussion of heroes, ancient and contemporary.
"Who are your heroes?" I said.
Blank stares.
"Who do you look up to?" I said.
Blank stares.
"Why are you in college, studying the subject you're studying?" I said. "Who inspired you?"
Blank stares.
"Are you all in college just so you can get a degree and make a lot of money?" I said.
Blank stares and some nodding.
I stood there staring at these kids.
Finally, a guy in the back row said, "Isn't that why you're here?"
I thought for a few moments, choosing my words. "Yes," I finally said, "that's exactly why I choose to be a part-time adjunct instructor in the English Department." I looked around at each kid in the class. "I'm in it for the money." I let that sink in for a couple of seconds. Then I said, "If the only reason you're here is to get a degree that will get you a job that will allow you to make a great deal of money, I really feel sorry for all of you."
Blank stares.
Saint Marty lost a little hope for the future this afternoon.
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