<p>My kid's just going into Junior Year of HS and I guess you can say we inaugurated the college search process today. I had visited the Yale Campus a few times in the past for various reasons, and had always found it quite beautiful, so when we were passing thru New Haven on I-95, we decided to make an impromptu stop to take a look around. Very preliminary -- no info sessions.</p>
<p>It was a gorgeous day -- and the campus didn't disappoint. Harkness, the colleges, the courtyards, all glistened in the late summer sun. The students -- I guess the upperclassmen were moving in -- glistened as well: all freshly scrubbed, not a zit or an extra pound or two among them. They looked healthy, happy and ambitious in their Yale (or Nantucket) T-shirts, not grungy like students in my day. Pretty much what you would expect from the carefully cultivated off-spring of the 1% (or, to be, fair, the 3%).</p>
<p>We parked by Silliman College and walked through the rotunda of Woolsey Hall. As we exited on to the big plaza in front of the Beinecke Library we happened to bump in to a campus tour in progress and decided to eavesdrop. The tour guide was a nice enough chap as he struggled to engage his audience with superlatives about Yale's famed rare book library. I personally love that building, but that's beside the point.</p>
<p>He then -- I wish I could insert an audio file of ominous organ chords right here -- turned to his right and pointed toward Commons. He described it as " the big building with the humungous columns with all the Latin writing above them." He then went on to giggle that since he doesn't know Latin, he doesn't know what it says.</p>
<p>Where do I start?!?! I gasped. Commons was built as a war memorial shortly after WW I to honor the many hundreds of Yale grads who perished in that war, as well as other conflicts. Unlike today, that was a time when the elite felt it a duty to serve their country and the lost include many scion of the nation's preeminent families of the day. There's a HUGE memorial stone right in that plaza that clearly says so. The "Latin" words he referred are not Latin at all but are French and refer to towns in Belgium and France where some of the bloodiest battles of WW I occurred. These were some of the most important battles in Western civilization. The inscriptions include names like "MARNE", "SOMME", "ARGONNE", "YPRES", etc. Not obscure to anyone of even modest erudition.</p>
<p>Did this kid REALLY eat most of his freshman meals in this building not realizing it was a war memorials to scores of people who had given their lives selflessly? He probably thinks the names of the fallen etched in to the walls of the Rotunda were just the names of all the Yalies who had gotten summer internships at Goldman Sachs since the 18th century. That's the zeitgeist, even at Yale. Can a Yalie not tell the difference between a list of French villages and a Latin inscription?</p>
<p>I didn't want to embarrass him in front of the tour group, so I didn't butt in to point out that these were very important battles, not a Latin inscription. At the end of the tour, I jovially corrected him. He just giggled again and said something like "Like, really?" I didn't push it, but I really don't think he could have placed WWI in the correct century.</p>
<p>I just didn't expect this at Yale. Isn't Yale supposed to be a giant in the humanities with one of the world's great history departments? You keep reading how the admit rate keeps falling into the low single digits at these schools and make the assumption that these kids are really smart. But somehow this kid had gotten through all these hurdles and survived at least two years at Yale and in terms of general knowledge seems as ignorant and vapid as a brick. Is this level of sophistication really the best our country can do? Ironically, he will probably graduate with "Latin" honors, as I understand they give them out like after dinner mints at schools like Yale.</p>
<p>Now don't jump at me and say that this was just one kid. I seriously doubt that I ran into the only undergraduate who had no sense of what WW I was. I have read the articles by this guy William Deresiewicz, who used to teach at Yale, if I recall, and I am definitely getting the sense that there's to what this guy says.</p>
<p>When you scratch below the glistening surface, dig a little deeper into the Yale brand, there is less there than meets the eye.</p>