They’re my students and colleagues. I want to talk with them, not about them.
I posed this question to the students in my sexual ethics class.
At Yale, classrooms full of future doctors, lawyers, and hedge fund managers are contemplating the good life.
The tension was palpable. Then a white student stood up and said something I've never forgotten.
After college, my friends and I chased fulfillment like it was the Holy Grail.
Standards of evidence are politically contested. But the most crucial issue is due process.
“College is arguably the best time and place for us to push our intellectual limits.”
We live in an anxious age. But it's worse for some than others.
Being religious is not about following rules. It's more like dancing.
I thought I'd get bored by the problems of the young. But I've grown to cherish interactions with students—especially the religiously unaffiliated.
There I am in the bottom bunk of my small room in the old hall, with my roommate snoring above me, the roommate I hardly saw and hardly knew.
Are today's young adults more immature than their age mates in previous generations? Yes, says Julie Lythcott-Haims, but it's not their fault.
This past spring semester, I taught the book of Revelation at Faulkner University. Though I teach history at this Christian school in Alabama, this course wasn't primarily about historical interpretations of the text or American apocalyptic movements. It was a biblical exposition of a fascinating piece of literature. Americans have been fascinated with Revelation for a long time.
Anti-feminist sentiment, misbehaving athletes, racist images, and student safety concerns all manifested themselves in one way or another during the 2014–2015 academic year at the University of Mary Washington. Now that the annus horribilis is over, new challenges present themselves. President Rick Hurley recently announced recommendations, including a series of discussions on civility. That’s a good start, but we need to do even more.
We just took our son to college for his first year. It was hard for me, scary/exciting for him, and wounding for his mother.