“It is fun to have fun, but you have to know how.”[1]

            Learning, the adage goes, is fun.  Academics naturally incline toward this understanding, because, for us, learning is fun.  A long time ago – eons, really, from the perspective of the undergraduates we now teach -- we decided to dedicate our lives to learning and sharing with others to help them learn.  As such, we sometimes lose track of an essential truth of our profession: the attitude and skills necessary to learn are not, like the air we breathe, just “out there.”  The desire to learn may be innate, but it is something that we must cultivate.  Too often, this requires a good deal of retilling; gouging new brain rows, if you will, into which to replant native seeds.  Most students, even the brightest ones, enter college equating learning with grades.  Learning, to them, is about getting high (socially esteemed and economically marketable) grades.  For most of our students, a love of learning – real learning – must be learned.  It is our job to teach this.

            My personal story helps clarify my understanding of a professor’s role.  I entered college assuming that I’d progress through it and into law school.  I didn’t really know why – I just liked logic and argument, and it seemed as though the law would be a good place to pursue them.  I was fortunate, though, to stumble into the classes of a collection of gifted teachers: one each in Economics, English, and Government.  Although their styles were vastly different, they could all teach.  They pointed out things in the readings to which I’d been completely oblivious and made connections I’d never have imagined on my own, but which, once I knew what to look for and where to look, were as clear as if they’d been scrawled in the margins with florescent ink.  I found myself, after experiencing their peculiar genius, discovering insights and raising questions on my own – not only in their classes, but also in other classes and, in fact, outside of the classroom environment.  Indeed, I found myself making sense of the world, instead of just taking it in as it appeared to be, for the first time in my life.  About the end of my junior year, I thought “what a great thing to do to young people … introduce them to critical thought so they can see the world through their eyes, and not eyes fashioned by someone else.”  I decided to teach.

            The metaphor of the tablecloth captures my general approach to teaching.  I teach my students about the contents of the table, what others have said about those contents, and then I yank the cloth out from under my students’ dishes.  When done properly, the dishes don’t break, but they move around and create space for new settings.  Facing this chaos, each student has to reset the table, but she has to do it by her own lights -- not by those of whomever did the original setting.  In doing this, she learns to make sense of things on her own.  She can place the dishes where she thinks, given her preferences and understanding of the material at hand, they should go. The table she sets is her table.  She is liberated; she is free; she is her master.  I have helped her discover her, and I have provided her an important service: I have shown her that she can mold her world if she prepares herself to do so, and that she can have fun in doing so.  Intellectual command is invigorating; achieving and maintaining it is the life-long task of learning.  College-aged students, because of their youth, may not know this.  We, who youth long ago left, can teach them.  In doing so, we share our subject-matter expertise with our students, as our professors did with us.  Moreover, we join them to the grand tradition of liberal education that facilitates individual excellence and social responsibility.

            In the prompt for this essay, you asked about “any innovative teaching method” I use.  My methods are tied to my goals, the overarching of which are mastery of material and excellence in analysis.  I’ve incorporated email interactions and the web (www.smu.edu/~jkobylka) into my teaching over the past few years, but my standard classroom style is lecture and discussion.  I have students work on individual projects that they present to the class (and post on the web), and I expect them to participate actively and knowledgeably in class.  As review of my syllabi makes clear, all of my classes entail substantial writing requirements.  Introductory students write essay exams and prepare two out-of-class essays.  Students in advanced classes write a lengthy term paper based on a prospectus and annotated bibliography they turn in the fifth week of the semester.  For strong students who express interest in more intensive work, I offer interest-specific readings courses.  Often this independently undertaken work leads students to write distinction theses with me.  Five of the twelve Tower Center Undergraduate Fellows have asked me to supervise their work, and I’ve gotten them on panels at the Southwestern Political Science Association Meetings to present their findings to a broader academic audience. 

            I joined the academy because I was fortunate enough to have professors who cared enough about me to reach down – into themselves and into me -- and actually teach me.  They took something I already knew – that life was fun – and showed me that it was even more fun if one approached it with purpose and awareness.  In their own ways, they showed me that Mill’s insight was correct: “Human beings have faculties more elevated than the animal appetites, and when once made conscious of them, do not regard anything as happiness which does not include their gratification.”[2]  Our initial insight as educators – the impulse that led us to join this community of scholars – is correct.  Learning is fun.  For us as teachers, though, the essential insight about this insight is that it is not, to many of the students we teach, self-evident.  It is our task to make it evident, to the degree we can, to them.  Of course, we must teach them the nuts and bolts of the subject matter, but we have a higher calling as well.  It is our task – and this may be the last chance they will have to learn this – to infuse in our students an understanding of the joy of searching and questioning.  The lessons of the former have a varying half-life; those of the latter, guide a well-lived life.  They open doors more weighty than the simply vocational.  They prepare a soul for the real fun of a thoughtful existence. 

            Dr. Seuss was, I think, correct.  It is fun to have fun.  It is our job, as professors, to cultivate the seeds of real knowledge, and the understanding, energy, and tolerance that accompanies it, in their minds.  We must show our students – using every skill and means we have at our disposal -- how to have fun.  At our best, we fuse the insights of The Cat and John Stuart Mill; in doing so, we help liberate minds – we teach.