Students and scholars, one on one
The college-counseling suite in my high school, with its brochure-laden atrium, drawers of student files, and closed-door conferences, reminded me of a doctor's office as I sat waiting to discuss my educational future for the first time. After I had faced the walls' awkward silence for a few moments, my counselor entered and began to chat about a framed photograph on his desk: a sure sign, I thought, that the ensuing conversation would be terribly important. But rather than pose a barrage of questions about the sort of college experience I hoped to find, he took a short stack of index cards from his desk and handed them to me. I was to sort the cardseach bearing one possible characteristic of an undergraduate experienceinto three piles: what was very important to me, somewhat important, and not especially important. He left the room. I moved briskly through the cards, building three stacks on the seat of a nearby chair and tapping a few against my knee as I weighed their value. Soon I had come to the item that I had been seeking most: "contact with professors." I immediately dropped the card onto the "most important" pile.
|Getting to know one faculty member reasonably well: Nathan Heller meets with Helen Vendler in her office at Barker Center.
|Photograph by Stu Rosner
By that time, I had spent nearly three years at a small private high school in San Francisco and was accustomed to walking into my teachers' offices regularly to discuss a draft, garner recommendations for further reading, or simply talk about an idea. I knew the sequence of spines on each teacher's bookshelf, who among them had seen Tom Stoppard's new play at the local repertory theater, and which English teacher had a semi-surreptitious penchant for Wittgenstein. I had learned as much, if not more, in my teachers' offices as in their classrooms, and I felt certain that I wanted to sustain this mode of education through my college years.
When I met with my counselor again a week later, he had drafted a list of 10 or 15 colleges that fit my criteria. We discussed each of them, and he grouped some by characteristics: "Yale, Princeton, or any of the smaller colleges would all be places where you could easily have direct interaction with faculty members," he said. I remember noting that he did not include Harvard among its Ivy peers in this category.
Whether his omission was deliberate or accidental, it was a fair exclusion at the time. Throughout my senior year of high school, alumni of other colleges wooed my peers and me by insisting they'd had far more direct contact with their professors than any Harvard student ever would. "If there is an Achilles heel in the Harvard experience, it is with respect to faculty-student contacts," President Lawrence H. Summers told Business Week in February 2002. Summers met with a group of undergraduates the day his selection as president was announced and reported that more than half of them had never had a 30-minute conversation with a senior faculty member. In a College survey taken in 2001, 42 percent of the respondents reported that two or fewer of the faculty members they had encountered in class that year had gotten to know themsuggesting that nearly half of Harvard's undergraduates were virtually anonymous to three-quarters of their teachers.
After visiting in the spring of my junior year of high school, though, I fell in love with Harvard: with the cacophony of the Square, with the sanctity of the University's massive libraries, and with the verve of students sprinting across the shivering Yard between classes. Even so, I was afraid that coming to Cambridge might mean abandoning the possibility of learning from my teachers outside the classroom. I arrived at Harvard last fall certain that I would have to work tirelessly to develop relationships with my professors. In fact, the doors to their offices have yielded more readily than I expected.
An effort to improve contact between entering College students and Harvard's faculty has been underway since the early 1960s: a special committee created the Freshman Seminar program to help foster such an intimate learning environment. The program was rejuvenated three years ago, and the number of these ungraded seminars offered by Harvard faculty members has more than tripled in the ensuing period. This year Summers, University provost Steven E. Hyman, and former dean of the Faculty of Arts and Sciences (FAS) Jeremy R. Knowles are among the instructors for the 103 seminar offerings. (Their respective topics are globalization, addiction, and when antibiotics fail.) The presence of these campus leaders in the program reflects a growing focus on the structure of Harvard's undergraduate education. The Pedagogy Working Group, a division of the curricular review process begun last year, has been investigating patterns of faculty and student interaction since the beginning of the fall term in response to concern that Harvard's undergraduateswho frequently write honors theses under the direction of the same graduate students who have corrected the assignments for most of their classesmay not be receiving the faculty attention they need.
|Photographs by Stu Rosner
Harvard's new interest in opportunities for student contact with tenure-track or "ladder" faculty members is not unique. The realization that such connections are the hallmark of a successful educational environmentsealed two years ago with the publication of professor of education Richard J. Light's Making the Most of College: Students Speak Their Minds (see "The Storyteller," January-February 2001)has brought faculty interaction to the top of educational dockets nationwide. In a report published over the summer, Yale's Committee on College Education rejected a freshman seminar program, but designated a special administrative officer to increase the number of small learning environments available to underclassmen, with different sorts of experiences for different subject areas.
With curricular review just beginning at Harvard, responsibility for finding a close relationship with faculty members hereparticularly the more illustrious scholarsstill rests mainly with students themselves. And as the 2001 survey suggests, an inordinate number of Harvard's bright and eager undergraduates have traditionally fallen through the educational cracks.
Yet a safety net of sorts exists for those who seek it. A number of faculty members challenge Harvard's entrenched and impersonal teaching culture in their undergraduate classes. Several of my teachers departed from the standard course structurebiweekly lectures and a teaching-fellow-led sectionin favor of smaller or more interactive programs. Some of my professors made periodic one-on-one meetings a course requirement. A few simply promoted student connections with faculty members to as many as would listen.
"Your job is to get to know one faculty member reasonably well each semester," Light told a lecture hall packed with first-year students during orientation week last fall, "and to have that faculty member get to know you reasonably well." I took his instructions seriously. By the time I left the Science Center after his talk, my eyes were peeled for any friendly professors who might be wandering the warm September night.
"It's typical Harvard," my academic adviser explained. "You all work incredibly hard to get here and, once you arrive, the first thing we have you do is apply all over again." Sitting in her Robinson Hall office during an orientation-week meet-ing, I had just declared that I intended to apply to two freshman seminarsone on Walt Whitman, the other on Shakespeare and James Joyce. That evening, my three roommates and I filled our overheated Straus Hall suite with the clatter of laptop keys as we made eleventh-hour additions to our applications. A few days later, three of us had garnered seats in seminars, a percentage roughly in line with the class as a whole: last year 1,226 of about 1,650 first-years submitted applications, and 755 enrolled in seminars. My fourth roommate, rejected from the seminar he had hoped to join, eventually found the learning environment he was seeking in an intensive Latin course attended mainly by graduate students.
I spent my first term at Harvard studying Whitman's poetry in a 13-person seminar led by Porter University Professor Helen Vendler, whom I had met on the page several years before I ventured into her classroom for the first time. Every Monday, when we gathered around an oblong table on the second floor of the Barker Center, Vendler would commence class with a question: "Which poem would you like to begin with?" We would read through each poem aloud, Vendler stopping to discuss the work word by word, to elicit our thoughts on the significance of a particular phrase. We submitted weekly assignments which she corrected herself, her tiny scrawl filling the margins and pooling at the bottom of the page. She reminded us frequently that the door to her office remained open.
The first time I visited Vendler's office, lined with books and a mess of paper in desk cubbies, the doyenne of poetry criticism was trying to stave off a tremendous tickle in her throat. She rummaged briefly in a tiny refrigerator near her desk and, after offering me a Diet Coke, noisily snapped one open to quell her coughing. Over the course of the semester we discussed favorite poets, my musical interests, and the difference between poetic expression and fiction writing. I most enjoyed those discussions that touched on subjects in which Vendler was (or claimed to be) as much of a novice as I. A conversation on my final paper topic quickly transformed into a discussion about various novelists we appreciated. By the end of our meeting, she had listed on a yellow Post-it note some novels she thought I ought to read. Three of her recommendationsJ.M. Coetzee's Boyhood, Ford Maddox Ford's Parade's End, and a series of novels by Evelyn WaughI explored during subsequent trips to the library. The fourth I cannot remember; I absentmindedly interpolated the Post-it into the pages of some book on my shelf.
I'll come across it soon: opening my copy of Vendler's book on Seamus Heaney recently, I found a piece of notepaper bearing another recommendation, from my first-year adviser, an assistant professor of American history: James Clifford's The Predicament of Culture. My education continues.
Fortunately, my seminar experience with Vendler was not unique. Assistant professor of history Judith Surkis managed to bring the intimacy and variety of a seminar to her small lecture course on modern French history by incorporating several different media, including novels and a weekly film screening, into her lectures. She led discussion sections herself, rather than delegating the responsibility to a graduate student, exposing me, as a result, to some of the most exhilarating conversation I've known. Several discussions begun in the Boylston Hall classroom continued in her office, turning from course material to war protests and the present state of media coverage. I researched a paper on May 1968 and the Gaullist image under her guidance at the end of the term. Dashing across the fresh grass between Harvard's libraries while clutching a few texts from relatively obscure French publishers was a thrilling experience for a first-year who had finished Expository Writing just four months earlier.
I grew familiar with other faculty offices, such as the paper-strewn quarters of senior preceptor in music John Stewart, who teaches a course on Bach-style chorale harmonization required of music concentrators but open to students throughout the College. In addition to leading interactive lectures twice a week, he spent every Wednesday playing through students' written work in a series of six-person sections, stopping to wince at an error, to suggest an improvement, or to note a similar passage recalled from his massive mental catalog of musical literature. As the year drew to a close, I peered over his shoulder as he read through a composition draft, scribbling notes in the margin with a red ballpoint, while seated at one of the two pianos he kept side by side behind his desk. For me at that moment, all of Harvard's vastness constricted to the space of his office.
But I have a confession to make. Early in the term of the one Core course I took last year, Pforzheimer University Professor Sidney Verba stood at the head of the room and pleaded with his students to visit him outside class. "Please come to office hours," he said. "I won't bite." In spite of better intentions, I never went to see him. I addressed my questions to the conscientious teaching fellow who led my section and, though I had planned to bounce some ideas off the professor, a busy semester swallowed up all but a few of the windows of time I had anticipated. Those I filled with other pursuits. Conventional criticism of weak interaction between students and faculty blames professors too busy or distracted to attend to their students outside the classroom. Given an undergraduate population as active and multifaceted as Harvard's, though, students themselves may not be blameless.
Yet the ongoing lament of Harvard's critics seems reasonable. The overall structure of undergraduate educationcentered on the large lectures and graduate-student-led sections of the Coreis not conducive to intimate learning. Finding opportunities to make contact with professors, particularly in the first year, does require a proactive outlook and, as with freshman seminars, competition. The number of chances to break from this pattern will probably increase as FAS continues to explore what learning means in a twenty-first-century college. In the meantime, with a bit of strategyseeking small courses with strong teachingand considerable luck, other students have seen Harvard as I have: not as a massive university but as a personal and supportive college where illustrious scholars and eager students can sit together on a winter Thursday to share stories and music or discuss favorite books over Diet Coke.
Nathan Heller '06 is a history and literature concentrator living in Currier House.