Thanks for asking. Iâm not going to attempt to delve into his feelings or expectations, just share my and my sonâs experiences. I showed him your message and he shared his thoughts. Heâs Civil Engineering Class of '13, now 30 with a wife, two kids, a nice house in MD (thanks to Rowanâs grants). Loves his job, which nowadays is all kinds of site design - large residential and commercial and government projects. He has worked and led projects with engineers at all the schools you mentioned (other than MIT and Cal/Irvine) plus Cornell (at which he was also accepted), Bucknell, Lafayette, Virginia Tech, and others. Doesnât feel that they know any more than what he learned at Rowan. His wife is a biochemist/molecular biologist who works at the Baltimore lab with Johns Hopkins types. COVID front-liner soup-to-nuts. Theyâre affable nerds.
Not sure if my son (#3 or 4 of class of 500, three of top 5 went to Harvard) ever felt unchallenged. There was an element later on that he struggled with (by that I mean that a C was a likelihood). Canât remember the class, but I suggested he take his lumps and, if need be, retake the class with another prof in the summer. He did and aced it. Itâs not the A that counts - itâs the command of the material, and the comeback.
Freshman year is a transition time, toes in the toddler pool. Itâs a club school, not a frat school. Itâs not just about the 16 hours in the classroom but managing the 152 hours/week outside the classroom. Rowan wants students to be involved. Son and daughter absolutely crushed that part. Son played club soccer rather than varsity to free himself up for other stuff. Worked at the Rec Center a lot. Intermural sports & games. Was engineering rep on student government for a time. Was a PRO (peer referral & orientation crew). Roomies (two of them EEs) had a magnetic whiteboard on the fridge: âWhereâs ____?â Then a list of checkboxes (âat the libraryâ, âat the Rec Centerâ, âat the fieldsâ, âat the labâ, âat Trivia Nightâ, etc.). It was funny.
Does âbetterâ mean more demanding and challenging? Absolutely! If my son felt unchallenged, heâd find something to challenge himself. Did I feel that way when I was a freshman in 1974? ABSOLUTELY YES! But my major wasnât nearly as demanding. Parts of it were a joke.
My vision of college (since my parents didnât get to go) was what I saw on the old GE College Bowl. I wanted to one of them. For a career, I wanted to be a polyglot broadcaster or a writer - someone capable of doing hard news, features, sports, weather, etc. What did I do about it? I talked to my advisor.
What did my advisor do? âI see youâre taking advanced German.â He whipped out a 180-page book of the German directorâs notes of a classic silent film called âSunriseâ. âCould you translate this for me?â âIâll try,â I said. I flew through the typewritten notes, but much of it was hand-scrawled. Got it done. Then the advisor let me watch the movie.
We then mapped out a plan to basically create my own major, but within the framework of the core curriculum. Complicating that was Rowan (then Glassboro State) moved from a flat tuition schedule to a per-credit system. I didnât have that kind of money (a whopping $22 per credit), but some professors (with help from my advisor) let me sit in their class off-the-books. One of them was a legend named Richard Mitchell, an English & Philosophy prof who wrote a renegade newsletter called âThe Underground Grammarianâ, which chided those using (and misusing) flowery phrases to disinform rather than inform . Two subscribers were conservative pundit George Will and talk show giant Johnny Carson. I actually got to help Dr. Mitchell prep material for one of his Carson appearances.
Rather than taking a theoretical TV production course, for example, I ventured often to the old KYW-TV studios at 5th & Market in Philly to hang in their newsroom or at a Mike Douglas Show taping. My âinâ was Jessica Savitch, the first glam national female news anchor. Met her at my Momâs church womenâs club meeting, where she was a guest speaker. It was a Golden Ticket. Was also heavily involved with WGLS and, to a lesser degree, the newspaper (The Whit) and magazine (Venue). I also was a âstringerâ for local newspapers - attending meetings (like planning board snorers) that reporters didnât like to go to. If I got something newsworthy, Iâd write it up and get paid a few cents per column inch plus a âFor the /publication name/â byline for my portfolio.
Thatâs how itâs done. Walk into your advisorâs office and tell him/her your concerns. If he/she blows you off, switch advisors. This is where Rowan blows other schools away. You can do that. At other schools, profs donât deal with undergrads. They concentrate on grad students. Youâre liable to get a Grad Assistant. Theyâre helpful to a degree, but itâs not the same. Also, donât be afraid to talk with upperclassmen. Theyâve been in your shoes.
I was the worldâs first gig worker for many years - Radio, TV, PR. I fell into technical recruiting almost by accident. Made enough $$ during the early '80s recession to buy out my bosses. I still continued my paid hobby as a radio morning clown until my daughter was born in 1994.
Back to your son. Not sure if you know about the clinics, so here goes: Theyâre interdisciplinary. Youâll have a team consisting of an EE, a CE, a ME, etc. to work collaboratively on a project. Freshman 1st semester, for example, theyâll be handed a circuitboard with some sensors and resisters, etc. and asked to create something that meets or exceeds certain specs. Each semester, the clinics get more elaborate and time-consuming. Every student in these things thinks they are the ones who do all the work and the others are slackers. Sometimes itâs true. But that is real world stuff. Engineering is collaboration. And the best engineer is not always the best presenter. Hiring managers donât really care about where you went or even your grades. They care about the projects you worked on.
From my and sonâs and othersâ experience (not just at Rowan), 2nd semester Soph year is when the demanding stuff starts. Profs start testing & weeding out those who are in it for real, in it for their parentsâ bragging rights, or just in it for the money. Helps the profs get their class sizes down, too. Soph year major changes and existential nihilism (thanks uncredited philosophy classes) are common. Donât think your son fits that.
My guess is that he wouldnât learn anything at Cal, Duke, or UNC that he wouldnât learn at Rowan. His entry level position would probably be the same: a tester more than a developer. He also might need a 5th year to complete his degree. Thatâs expensive.
One of the big differences in my sonâs major and your sonâs (and my daughterâs) is that grad school is not nearly as important for a Civil Engineer than obtaining the Professional Engineer designation in whatever branch he chooses. EEs often need grad school to get to their goal. Borrowing money unnecessarily for undergrad really limits options, educationally, careerwise, and lifestyle wise. College is a path, not the end. A loan-free four-year degree is a major shortcut.
By the way, Iâd highly recommend keeping a Project List journal in Excel or a database. Column A, name the project. Column B the goal. Column C the obstacles. Column D the remedies. Column E, the results. Column F what youâd like to improve next time. Column G, the contact info of a person who would vouch for it. Makes resume writing and interview prep that much easier. Companies do it to get more jobs; why donât workers do it to get better jobs? Iâm stumped.
Not sure about how COVID restrictions have affected your sonâs ability to do this but back when my daughter played soccer, weâd venture over after Saturday night games to the engineering building to see what was going on. There was always something going on in the labs. Donât be afraid to ask âWhatcha doinâ?â If they donât want to be bothered, theyâd tell you. 90+% of the time, they would tell you exactly what theyâre doing, explain it in mind-spinning detail, and with incredible enthusiasm. Always gave me hope for the world. Try it.
All that said, a closing note from my son: âIf he can transfer into MIT, go for it.â
Thanks for reading this late-night diatribe.