Because I am a with-it type guy who is down with all the latest technostuff, I recently agreed to teach an online summer class for one of my local universities, which shall remain nameless but whose initials are IUPUI.
All I can say is it is a good thing they didn’t have this when I was in school, or I would have flunked out double quick.
That’s because this is education on the honor system, requiring the students to set their own standards and keep pace with the material. It requires a self-starter’s drive and a good worker’s dedication — neither of which I had back then.
Online course? Work at your own pace? In Mike Language, this would have translated to “put everything off until the last possible second and then try like mad to catch up or, failing that, pretend that a near-fatal hamstring injury kept you from studying and beg for a second chance.”
Like I said: Flunked.