Asher Bradshaw, barely 7 and a crazy good skater. You have to start ‘em when they’re young. On everything, apparently. Proposed agenda for theoretical child, age 5:
2AM: Awake. Morning cycling hill climb
3AM-6AM: Piano Lessons
6AM-8AM: Guitar Lessons
8AM-8:30: Breakfast
8:30-3PM: School (this seems like wasted time — perhaps local community college has some sort of correspondence program?)
3PM-5PM: Downhill mountain biking skills (gap jumps, drops)
5PM-8PM: Skate park tutor session (skiing in winter, obviously)
8PM: Cook and eat dinner
8:30PM-9:30PM: Electronics class
9:30PM-11PM: Object-Oriented Programming IV
11PM-12AM: Family Time
12AM: Bedtime (no excuses!)
The presumption that you can solve any significant problem of social justice in America by fiddling with Ivy League admissions policies is dead wrong, as is the idea that the main challenge poor people of any race face education-wise is that they might not get into an elite college.
This year, 2007, marks the marks the eighth year at which I ceased to be a tenured lecturer in the UK, what is called I think, a tenured professor in the USA. I’ve never worked out whether I was, in American terms, an assistant professor or an associate professor. But it really doesn’t matter, because today I am neither. You see I simply walked out and quit the job. And this is my story. If there is a greater significance to it than the personal fortunes of one man, it is because my story is also the story of the decline and fall of the British university and the corruption of the academic ideal .