<p>There's an interesting article in the March issue of The Atlantic Monthly about the actual quality of the undergraduate education there: <a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/prem/200503/douthat%5B/url%5D">http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/prem/200503/douthat</a>.</p>
<p>*THE TRUTH ABOUT HARVARD</p>
<p>It may be hard to get into Harvard, but it's easy to get out without learning much of enduring value at all. A recent graduate's report</p>
<p>by Ross Douthat</p>
<p>At the beginning of every term Harvard students enjoy a one-week "shopping period," during which they can sample as many courses as they like and thusor so the theory goesconcoct the most appropriate schedule for their semesters. There is a boisterous quality to this stretch, a sense of intellectual possibility, as people pop in and out of lecture halls, grabbing syllabi and listening for twenty minutes or so before darting away to other classes.</p>
<p>The enthusiasm evaporates quickly once the shopping period ends. Empty seats in the various halls and auditoriums multiply as the semester rattles along, until rooms that were full for the opening lecture resemble the stadium of a losing baseball team during a meaningless late-August game. There are pockets of diehards in the front rows, avidly taking notes, and scattered observers elsewherestudents who overcame the urge to hit the snooze button and hauled themselves to class, only to realize that they've missed so many lectures and fallen so far behind that taking notes is a futile exercise. Better to wait for the semester's end, when they can take exhaustive notes at the review sessions that are always helpfully providedor simply go to the course's Web site, where the professor has uploaded his lecture notes, understanding all too well the character and study habits of his seldom-glimpsed students....</p>
<p>A Harvard graduate may have read no Shakespeare or Proust; he may be unable to distinguish Justinian the great from Juilan the Apostate, or to tell you the first ten elements in the periodic table...As in a great library ravaged by a hurricane, the essential elements of a liberal arts education lie scattered every where at Harvard, waiting to be picked up. But little guidance is given on how to proceed with that task...Mostly I logged the necessary hours in the library and exam rooms, earned my solid (if inflated) GPA and my diploma, and used the rest of the time to keep up with my classmates in our ongoing race to the top of America (and the world). It was only afterward, when the perpetual motion of undergraduate life was behind me, that I looked back and felt cheated....*</p>