By Steve DeGennaro
Staff Writer
I look at the blue-studded gold ring with the WPU letters on one side
and the BA symbol on the other and reflect on the last five years, 143
credits, good experiences, bad experiences, and wasted time in the certification
program.
That was my time at William Paterson University.
I enrolled as a History major in 1998 with intentions to pursue certification
in secondary education. I didn’t know what to expect in the education
program for good reason—there was virtually no communication between
the department and its students. The department, it appears, relays its
information through the individual classes. In my case, this proved a
failure.
I took Teaching as a Profession in the fall 1999 semester; I was looking
forward to the class and the certification program. Since my freshman
year of high school, I had dreamed of becoming a history teacher.. I was
in for a rude awakening.
One would expect students to learn how to do a lesson plan, what the
fundamental concepts of education are, and what to expect from the rest
of the program. Instead, classes became soap opera forums. One professor
spent class after class discussing his dating experiences, and the details
of his divorce. I learned more about the exploits of Madonna than about
the rudiments of the educational spectrum. |