An undergraduate home for the holidays is at a low ebb. Try as she will she cannot glimpse the vision some of her professors desire her to receive. She is champing at the bit thinking said prof is hard-boiled, unreasonable, no pleasing him and no making grades. Many of his demands for lengthy detailed reports are the bunk. In order to make an “A” she would have to devote all her time to his course. She was sure last year what her major should be. Now in that chosen department she is not getting on so well. She is wondering if she made the wrong choice.
In the next breath she tells of the most interesting professor she has yet had. She expects to make an “A” under her. Her course is hard but she makes it clear and one can really understand what she wants you to do. We feel as if we might be this youngster’s grandmother. She is treading the same halls, sitting under some of the instructors we had a few years back. And having some of the same difficulties! Only the instructor she likes so well, we found impossible.
The decision of alumni gathered around the supper table was that the student is fortunate to find two of three professors who stand out in after years. The coed is passing through a slough of despond common to many undergraduates.