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<p>My family, filled with smart, shrewd and funny people, would shrug their collective shoulders and ask, &#8220;What good is college?&#8221; Only my mom, who died when I was young, valued education. I knew that because her single ambition for me growing up was that I might marry a man with a degree.</p><p>I applied to college only because my high school history teacher told me the place he&#8217;d attended on a football scholarship just started accepting female students. He thought maybe I had a shot.</p><p>When I told my relatives that I was heading to New Hampshire in 1975, they assumed I was pregnant. Why else would an 18-year-old girl leave the state? &#8220;It happened to your cousin,&#8221; one aunt whispered as I boarded the bus for White River Junction. &#8220;You can always come home.&#8221;</p><p>They were skeptical about what I&#8217;d learn in some cold building far away that I couldn&#8217;t learn in Brooklyn. What was an education going to get me &#8212; except into trouble?</p><p>I had no idea what I wanted to do or wanted to be, but I wanted a degree of my own. Revising my mother&#8217;s wishes, I didn&#8217;t just want to stand next to someone who was knowledgeable. I wanted to be knowledgeable.</p><p>Also, an education can&#8217;t divorce you.</p><p>Besides, receiving an education is different from getting a degree. A degree is like a wedding ring: It&#8217;s meaningless if it&#8217;s there just for show. Like a thin piece of gold, a printed piece of paper &#8212; even in a fancy font &#8212; is worthless unless it represents substantial personal commitment.</p><p>An education is about learning things you don&#8217;t know. Just as way we need to try foods we&#8217;ve never eaten before, we need to approach unfamiliar subjects. Life&#8217;s menu can be innovative, varied and delightful, but without outside influences, it can too often be limited, boring and unappetizing.</p><p>I have a friend who pretty much eats only those things she was served in childhood: meat, potatoes, beans and applesauce. She&#8217;s not excessively fun when it comes to dining out.</p><p>Curiosity, like originality and delight, has to be nurtured. But if we keep emphasizing the notion of familiarity and security at the expense of new and potentially challenging experience, then we&#8217;ll be stuck with the intellectual equivalent of a 1968 Swanson&#8217;s T.V. Dinner.</p><p>Authentic education demands that students learn, and not merely that they are taught. It&#8217;s not about simply offering access to information or data. What happens in classrooms is not the same as what happens at UPS: it is not like transferring an unexamined parcel of information from one person to another. It must include, as all reputable teachers know, instructing students in academic discipline and personal responsibility.</p><p>This is one reason that students should be required to take classes from outside their area of specialization. Their futures are under construction. While they may have blueprints in place, perhaps handed down through their families or fantasies from glittering daydreams, there are many architectural models from which to choose. That way they won&#8217;t end up with the academic equivalent of a five-story one-bedroom apartment with no kitchen and a bathroom on the roof.</p><p>Unable to predict the ineffable results of education, I worry we&#8217;re defining it in merely quantifiable terms &#8212; judging institutions, subjects and majors by how much money their graduates earn once they&#8217;re in the workplace. That&#8217;s not an assessment of a demanding course of study. That&#8217;s an assessment of who makes coin. If that&#8217;s all anybody needs know, I could have stayed in the old neighborhood. Gangsters, after all, make more money than anybody else.</p><p>An authentic liberal arts education has value of a different kind: It&#8217;s a triumph over ignorance and a refusal to be intimidated by the unknown.</p><p>It&#8217;s about taking a class in a cold building on a quiet morning and learning that words, as well as numbers, in the proper sequence, can unlock the universe. It&#8217;s about proficiency, of course, but it&#8217;s also about perspective.</p><p>It&#8217;s not what you &#8220;get&#8221; out of college that changes your life; it&#8217;s what you&#8217;re given. You gain authority not only over subjects, but over yourself.</p><p>As my family predicted, education got me into trouble &#8212; but it was trouble for which I looked, not from which I ran. That&#8217;s the payoff.</p><style>
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<div class="neCaption">Gina Barreca is a columnist with the Hartford Courant. (Tom Birkenholz/Harford Courant/MCT)</div></div><div class="metaInfo"><photo0>https://www.timesleader.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/web1_BarrecaBWtoned.jpg</photo0><caption0>Gina Barreca is a columnist with the Hartford Courant. (Tom Birkenholz/Harford Courant/MCT)</caption0><photoCredit0></photoCredit0></div></div>
<div class="metaInfo"><bylineMeta><p>Gina Barreca</p><p>Guest Columnist</p></bylineMeta></div><div class="metaInfo"><shirttailMeta><p>Gina Barreca is a board of trustees distinguished professor of English literature at University of Connecticut and the author of 10 books. She can be reached at <a href="http://www.ginabarreca.com">www.ginabarreca.com</a>.</p></shirttailMeta></div>

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