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...because of its age and its location, not because it offers fabulous classes like “Dinosaurs and Their Relatives?? and “Wit and Humor,” but because Harvard afforded me the opportunity to pursue an academic path as random as baseball. And because Harvard gave me all the tools to find that path in the first place...
...read with great interest in the Oct. 19 Crimson (“A Scientific Problem,” editorial) support for the elimination of my course “Dinosaurs and Their Relatives?? from the core because it “fail[s] to provide basic scientific literacy.” Fascinating—especially given that I specifically designed the course to teach key scientific concepts in geology and biology, and the processes of scientific discovery! Perhaps it was a mistake to capitalize on the broad interest in dinosaurs to achieve these goals...
Perhaps the aforementioned Crimson article represents a case of judging a book by its cover. I chose the title “Dinosaurs and Their Relatives?? to entice students to the sciences. They learn about a great deal more than just dinosaurs. And I presumed, perhaps mistakenly, that others would also recognize that fact. Now, I could have called the course the “An Introduction to the Earth Sciences, Evolutionary Biology and Paleontology, Using Dinosaurs and All Their Terrestrial Vertebrate Relatives (Including Humans) as a Vehicle.” But that’s a little...
...would count towards requirements.The report’s guiding philosophy is inspiring. At a time when far too many students fulfill requirements by taking courses that seem to address anything but the important issues of our day (courses such as Science B-57, “Dinosaurs and Their Relatives?? or Literature and Arts B-48, “Chinese Imaginary Space”), using relevance to “the forces driving national and global change” as a cornerstone for general education courses is fresh and compelling. That’s not to say courses...
...slowly, but all at once. One day, it seems, we continue in the quaint belief of our own uniqueness. More than anything else, we tell ourselves, we are different: different from our parents, from our brothers and sisters, and certainly different from that amorphous mass of “relatives?? that we see a few times a year. At a certain point, however, perhaps after a long story, a short anecdote, or a crude joke, we become aware of just how much we resemble our brethren. After many years of asserting our own identity, it is more than...