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If You Didn’t Get A Great Education, It’s Never Been Easier To Repair It

Those of us in the majority of Americans who have been deprived of an excellent education have never had more opportunities to remediate ourselves.

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Many Americans have assumed that if you want a serious education in history, philosophy, or literature, you must go to college, preferably a highly rated one. The Harvards, Yales, and Princetons of the world have theoretically been where the classics were taught, great ideas debated, and intellectual life was supposed to flourish.

That assumption is beginning to change, and not just because of headlines like “The Elite College Students Who Can’t Read Books.” The “academy” no longer has a monopoly on serious learning— if it ever truly did. Today, someone can listen to a lecture on Aristotle while commuting to work, join an online reading group on The Lord of the Rings after dinner, and spend an evening discussing The Federalist Papers over a Zoom call. 

This means those of us in the majority of Americans who have been deprived of an excellent education have never had more opportunities to remediate ourselves. As a rural Louisiana native, I didn’t grow up immersing myself in the classics. Like many of the kids I grew up with, I was more preoccupied with watching the Louisiana State University Tigers on Saturday and the New Orleans Saints on Sunday, not whether Socrates was right about virtue. In fact, I distinctly remember trudging through The Hobbit bored to tears. 

Now, I find myself drawn to these great works of fiction. I find myself glued to a two-hour YouTube video dissecting Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov. Now most of my nights are spent peering into the lives of dead statesmen and philosophers.

This occurred not because I attended some prestigious, navy-blazer-and-Sperry-wearing university in the Northeast, but because of my genuine desire to learn something greater than myself. I attended Nicholls State University, a small state school in Louisiana where there are quite possibly more alligators than humans (ironically, Nicholls has affectionately earned the honorific title of “Harvard on the Bayou”). 

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