To the Parents of Incoming Students

August 24th, 2009

Last weekend I greeted many of you who were fortunate enough to accompany your children to Charlottesville and help them move in as they start a new and important phase of their life. For those parents I was not able to meet, let me offer my greetings in print, as Dean of the College and Graduate School of Arts and Sciences, but also as another parent. The older of my two children is starting his third year in a university in Chicago; so two years ago, I was in the same situation you are in, sending off a child to be on his own.

During the convocation at his university, I sat—like so many of you did last Friday—and listened to no less than four different administrators speak about the “life of the mind,” and about the fabled discussions in the student dormitories that stretch into the wee hours of the night at that university—as students debate about Adorno and Horkheimer, about Foucault and Poulantzas.  That is certainly admirable—far better that they should contemplate the horrors of the historical predicaments that Adorno and Horkheimer faced, than to spend hours on Facebook with ear phones jammed into their heads, rap music pulsating in their brains. They will do enough of that, as all parents know.

Today, however, I want to talk to you about something other than the “life of the mind,” another kind of life. Exactly one hundred years ago, Abbott Lawrence Lowell, who was then President of Harvard, said: “The object of the undergraduate education is not to produce hermits, each imprisoned in the cell of his own intellectual pursuits, but men fitted to take their places in the community and live in contact with their fellowman.” What he said was true then, and it is true today, and it includes both men and women.

I am mindful that you have entrusted us with an exquisite responsibility—to educate, nurture, and help find larger purposes in life for your children, who are dearer to you than life itself. In the four years that your children will be with us, they will transition from being male-children to men, and female-children to women.  Those will be truly complicated years—exhilarating, challenging, confusing, frightening, and fraught with massive opportunities and dangers. The College will provide your children with safe boundaries in which they can grow, learn, experiment, and find out who they are as human beings. And at the end of the four years, your child will leave Charlottesville better educated and more mature—and above all, a better human being.

In Aristotle’s Politics, he pondered the purpose of education. Do we as educators impart to our students truth through knowledge, or do we impart useful skills? Or—and here is a tough one—do we impart virtue?  There are many professors who believe that truth, being relative, cannot be taught, let alone virtue.  Yet the point of our education really ought to be all three: knowledge, skills, and virtue, each informing the other.

But how do you teach virtue?

Harry Lewis, a former dean at Harvard, reminds us in his recent and excellent book Excellence without a Soul, what John Dewey said about learning: “the only way to develop curiosity, sympathy, principle, and independence of mind is to practice being curious, sympathetic, principled, and independent. For those of us who are teachers, it isn’t what we teach that instills virtue; it is how we teach. We are the books our students read most closely.”

At the College of Arts and Sciences, we still practice something that has gone out the window at most research universities: faculty advising.  We are one of the last public universities where world famous scholars—Guggenheim award winners, members of national academies—are still assigned undergraduate advisees; and where mentoring takes places at every level—in residence halls, classrooms small and large, tutorials, undergraduate research opportunities, and in the pavilions on the lawn where the deans live, just as Mr. Jefferson intended.

Our system of mentoring and advising is not perfect, and it is stretched to the limit. It is hard to ask excellent scholars to dedicate themselves to advising when few other research institutions would insist that they do so.  And it is not necessarily the case that world-class researchers make the best advisors and mentors. But we do what we can, with an imperfect system—and always trying to make it better. We have no choice: as the teachers of your children, we are the books your children read most closely, and we will endeavor to be better role models.

For your part, I would ask that you stay in touch with your children. I don’t mean that you should hover over them as “helicopter parents,” but please stay in touch, which is so easy to do these days with cell phones, text messages, email, and even Facebook pages that many of you keep. No matter how safe we try to keep the confines of your children’s universe for the next four years, there are always dangers—like drugs and excessive alcohol, the scourges that afflict every university.

I would also ask you to be engaged with the College.  You have every right to scrutinize our work, and we are the better for it. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to email me at . I don’t have all the answers, but I know the deans and faculty members and administrators who do, and we will answer your queries as efficiently as we can, and do our best to help you and your children.

Welcome. I cannot tell you how delighted I am that you are now part of the College community.

The Price of Inspiration

August 4th, 2009

Last week I received a letter from an anguished parent, distressed about the study-abroad fees levied on U.Va. students attending non-U.Va. programs. (There are fewer fees for students participating U.Va.-sponsored programs abroad.) To study in Freiburg, Germany this spring, his daughter had to pay two administrative fees that added up to $550 plus an application fee of $90; to study art in Italy this summer, she was asked to pay yet another $400 in administrative fees, plus another application fee of $90. The total came to $1,130—not a trivial sum, especially coming on the heels of other hidden costs associated with transplanting a child to Europe.

I should know. My son is about to commence his study abroad in Berlin, and I am stunned by the dizzying array of costs associated with ensconcing a child in a foreign country. After paying various fees to the University of Chicago where he is a student, and the extra cost of language school and home-stay, we also laid out cash for his survival fees—a new cell phone for local use; the chargers he needs (and always forgets) for the many gadgets he can’t live without; new subway cards and rail tickets; a new pair of Birkenstocks; books, dictionaries, and other supplies. It is as if you pay to start college all over again. Then there are the great museums and concerts that beckoned him to Berlin in the first place, and that must be appreciated; the cafes and beer gardens; the choucroute, flammekuche, and endless sausages to choose from; and of course, all the cities to be explored—each of which costs money, at a time when the dollar remains weak against the euro.

The charge that the anguished parent found most galling was the $400 administrative fee, recently mandated by the Board of Visitors, which was required for his daughter to take her studio art class in Italy. I wrote to explain that the $400 covers the administrative costs of approving non-U.Va. programs and credit transfer, financial aid packaging/repackaging, advising services, pre-departure orientations and emergency response to student needs while abroad—and then I sheepishly added that at $400, we were a bargain, compared to University of North Carolina’s $650. I know that this was no consolation to him.

In truth, however, the “cost” of education, either on Grounds or abroad, cannot be computed. Unlike a for-profit business, we run a money-losing operation. U.Va., like other excellent colleges and universities, provides a cornucopia of services that cost far more than what it charges, and it subsidizes the loss through its state appropriations, endowments and funds from gifts and bequests from alumni and other private donors. Even if U.Va. charged its students the full cost of their education, the fact remains that there is really no meaningful way to express in monetary terms the benefits of learning.

On the third day my son arrived in Berlin, he paid 49 euro for a bus trip to Dresden. His guide who, like so many Berliners, said he was “completing [his] dissertation,” took him to Frauenkirche, the domed church which had graced Dresden’s skyline for two centuries before it collapsed after the infamous firebombing of the city. “There were three thousand bombers covering the sky on that day in February 1945, and the people ran out to the street to find out what this was all about,” the guide said, as he squinted his eyes against the brilliant August sun and let out a long sigh. “Dresden has never been a city prepared for tragedy.” But it is prepared for rebirth: after the reunification, a grass-roots movement arose to painstakingly rebuild Frauenkirche, and to make whole the rubble and fragments of a city as stunningly beautiful as it was defenseless. It was a big lesson in just one a day, for 49 euros. Priceless.