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The Compass
Bill Tierney
University Professor
Wilbur-Kieffer Professor of Higher Education, Director, Center for Higher Education Policy
Analysis University of Southern California,
WPH701 Los Angeles,
CA 90089-4037
213-740-7218
www.usc.edu/dept/chepa
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I learned to read, in part, by reading the
newspaper. When I was a little guy, the
New York Times was too big for me to hold,
so I read it on the kitchen floor as my mom
cooked breakfast. I read the baseball scores
to her and celebrated the Dodgers'
triumphs and the failures of my older brother's favorite—the hated Yankees. As I entered
the first grade, I also turned to what was
then the first page of section two and read
her the news highlights. My mother, ever
the teacher, asked a barrage of questions as
she raced around the kitchen making
breakfast. I searched the front page for
answers.
Eventually I was big enough to hold the
paper in my hands, sit at the breakfast
table, and read the Times from back to
front (the sports pages were in the second
section). When my father came home from
work I also recall running to say hello and
taking the evening newspaper from him.
As a college student my roommate and I
subscribed to the Boston Globe. In the
Peace Corps reading the International
Herald Tribune was an occasional splurge
one volunteer passed along to the next.
Who cared if the news was a week old? A
newspaper in English was a welcome sight!
Granted, I have lived in locations where
newspapers have not always been the best.
At Penn State, the Centre Daily Times put
out a story one day with the heading
something akin to "Czechoslovakia in
revolt! Bucharest surrounded!" only to
publish a clarification the next day that it
was Prague, not Bucharest, that had been
surrounded. The Boulder Daily Camera and
the Santa Fe New Mexican are no longer
hefty enough to use to start a fire in the
fireplace, much less read for information.
And the Los Angeles Times cannot be given
away at USC's Fitness Center, where free
copies wait forlornly for student readers.
Many of us have lamented the decline
of newspapers and the movement toward
getting our news online. I know we say the
news is less reliable, more sensational, but
there is also a difference between reading a
paper that connects many of us to similar
pasts, like those I describe above, and
reading news from the Internet. But as a
young friend said to me recently, "Get over
it already!" None of us could have predicted five
years ago that the Los Angeles Times will be
out of business three years from today, but
it's a reasonable guess. The Daily Camera,
the New Mexican, and even the Boston
Globe seem on life support and may not
last three years. I raise all of this about print
and paper because this is the last issue of
the Navigator. We started this newsletter
about a decade ago and have covered
issues of concern to the academy and under
investigation by CHEPA— governance, decisionmaking,
access to college, globalization,
and various topics pertaining to financial
aid. In our final issue, Adrianna Kezar has
edited the newsletter and talks about a
project she has undertaken on college
students and finance.
Here's the big news: we still have the
Center's website—www.usc.edu/dept/chepa.
We also have created a blog—
www.21stcenturyscholar.org—that will
continue and expand upon the dialogues
we have begun with the Navigator. My hope is that 21st Century Scholar will be timely, with more involvement from
a variety of individuals. We will have
sections on privatization, entrepreneurs,
governance, access, financial aid,
technology, academic freedom, ethics, and
changes that just might transform higher
education. Movies and book reviews about
higher education will get notice as will an
advice column for graduate students.
Other additions include a 'cool ideas' prize
as well as an award for best higher
education book of the year. We welcome
input from you and recommendations on
how to improve the blog. I am hopeful
21st Century Scholar is provocative, even
occasionally exciting.
So I'm over paper. Good-bye Navigator.
Hello 21st Century Scholar.
--Bill Tierney
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