fingernails on a blackboardAlways an amazing experience to sit at the back of a lecture hall and watch the UCLA undergraduate during a lecture. One question: if you're going to nap, or work on your engineering homework, or play games on your nifty cellphone, or (this was today's example) tape together a collage of sorority photos, why bother dragging yourself all the way to the classroom?
In the alternative universe where I'm the king of the U.C. system, we're culling undergraduates like a vigorous reaper in a field of ripe wheat. At least ten percent of the undergrads here are gaining nothing, and contributing nothing, and could be sent home without a loss to anyone.