As I’ve mentioned before, I’m kind of obsessive about how wonderful University of Michigan is. I had very high expectations–wanted to attend since I was 9 years old. What blew me away about the place was how much diversity takes center stage in the curriculum–living in a town with a single black kid and a dude with a Latino-sounding last name, I was starving to learn about other cultures.
We have 50,000 students, so the statistical probability of meeting someone you like among your peers is quite high. Classroom sessions (at least in my humanities courses) have always been incredibly dynamic.
I didn’t realize what a great education I got in Spanish per se until I started chatting with other Spanish majors in other schools. They told me their education had focused predominantly on grammar, and that they’d sort of sometimes read books, but that they were rare and quite difficult to read. They weren’t familiar with things that I would consider basic and fundamental to the understanding of Latin American culture, such as, um, Hernán Cortés.
My Spanish language education focused almost entirely on literature and how it reflects issues like politics, economy, history and collective memory. Hell, I had a whole class on Federico García Lorca, another on modern surrealist Argentinean literature, and another on the socialist movement of Salvador Allende and the Pinochet dictatorship in Chile. I also had a course in which we read The Pedagogy of the Oppressed in Spanish, parallel to actually going out to the farm and actually teaching English to migrant populations in my home state.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but I got a damn good Spanish education. Any deficiencies I may have in speaking (and I do, I do) stem directly from my reluctance to participate in class for several years–and of course, the fact that there’s really only one way to completely and thoroughly learn a language.
Classes at U of M have always been incredibly engaging and just downright fun to me. I get to learn about all sorts of shit I normally wouldn’t. The approach is ‘‘interdisciplinary’’ in a lot of cases–one philosophy course I took earned me a Race and Ethnicity credit.
And then there is the stuff you can learn outside of class–the campus is saturated with opportunities to learn new shit. Attend this lecture with Noam Chomsky, participate in this cross-cultural discussion about foreign policy in Afghanistan, go learn to salsa dance, whatever. There’s never a lack of opportunity in research, education, or entertainment. My graduation commencement address was delivered by former President Bill Clinton for chrissake. Michigan is the fucking bomb.
I admit one thing that may have skewed my perception is my particular program–the Residential College, which cuts class sizes down to about 12 and contains a comprehensive language immersion program that includes a 5-hour language proficiency exam you must pass in order to graduate. We also had our own classrooms, theater, art studios, and music practice rooms, built right into the dorm. A bunch of damn hippies, we were. 
But I’ve heard some arrogant-ass freshman RC students talking about how they’re worried the regular LSA language classes won’t be enough of a ‘‘challenge’’ now that they’ve completed the RC requirements. :rolleyes: The truth is, the general LSA language courses are just as good–we have a whole building full of classrooms for language students. It is called, fittingly, the Modern Language Building.
Maybe I’m naive. Maybe every college is like this. If it is, I don’t see how people can ever bitch about going to school.