I absolutely hated that when I was an undergrad, about as much as watered-down Scotch, root canals, and Rosie O’Donnell all put together. It was a little better in grad school, but not much.
When I started as a professor at a local college, I asked if I could teach a class without a text book. All I got was a blank look from the head of the department. “But what will the students use to learn from?”
I told her “They will learn from me. I’ll talk during class, they will write stuff down, and we’ll test that.”
I was told I had to have a textbook. “No, the students cannot just listen to you.”
I asked if all the students were required to have a specific level of reading ability and comprehension to enroll. I was assured this was the case. I asked if they could just buy a book and read it to learn, why did they have to come to class and pay money?
She said that “The faculty offers valuable insight and skills that will assure them of success in their future fields.”
And I asked “So why am I not qualified to teach them without a book, if I have valuable insights and skills?”
Silence. A pursing of lips and narrowing of brows. “That’s not how this place works.”
College is a racket, boys and girls. I saw the light, and really don’t recommend it to very many people anymore.
One of my undergrad degrees is in accounting. The fraud and auditing classes have actually been useful to me as a computer geek. But I honestly could have picked that up by reading and an apprenticeship. Which is what I do now. I tend to interview and hire a fair number of former military folks, and then mentor them until they are fierce Viking raiders of the computer sciences.
And the “There was this time on leave…” stories tend to be a lot funnier, too.
Borrowing money to do all the above is insane.