Help, I Got Dumb After College!
By: Taryn Murphy
I sat in my Zoom meeting, my heart beating quickly. My co-workers were waiting for me to answer a question, but I was tongue-tied. I hadn’t just forgotten how to eloquently articulate my thoughts. I had blanked on the entire English language. Had I really just graduated from Hillsdale College?
After graduating from Hillsdale, I began a remote marketing job at a wonderful company. I knew that my daily routine would be very different from college, but I didn’t anticipate how much it would impact me. My day went from running to a myriad of classes and activities and having constant intellectual and social stimulation, to sitting alone in my house from 9am to 5pm, looking at a computer screen, and walking to the fridge for a “fun activity.”
As the months passed by, I felt something begin to happen. I was forgetting things I’d learned and read at Hillsdale…a lot of things. I was finding it hard to form a sentence. Quite frankly, I was finding it hard to think. The question tumbled over and over in my mind: how could I have gotten so dumb?
Terrified that I was going to lose my liberal arts education forever, I did what any normal Hillsdale student would do. I read all 576 pages of Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment.
Spoiler alert: reading about a schizophrenic murderer didn’t make me feel any better. The truth is, I had read the book more for bragging rights than anything else. I thought it would restore my identity as a Hillsdale student, but obscenely-long Russian novels weren’t going to solve my dilemma. I needed to relearn what I’d forgotten, even if it felt like starting at square one.
I reminded myself that my own professors had read the books they taught dozens of times. Their expertise didn’t happen overnight; they were in lifelong pursuit of learning and re-learning, reading and re-reading, discovering and re-discovering. That’s because nurturing the intellect is hard and repetitive work. It isn’t always mind-blowing or fun, and it doesn’t always feel like an “accomplishment.” But it’s good and beautiful work.
Realizing this, I returned to the books I loved most in my time at Hillsdale. I started with The Wind in the Willows, a children’s book I read for the first time in Dr. Coupland’s Children’s Lit class (considered by Dr. Coupland to be “one of the greatest treatises on human friendship”). Next, I picked up Love and Responsibilityfrom Dr. Schlueter’s Philosophy of Love, Sex, and Marriage class. Now, I’m reading Moby Dick: my favorite novel from Dr. Franklin’s Great Books II class.
These books are nothing new, but they make my heart sing. As I turn their pages, I feel the rusty corners of my brain re-awakening, as if I’m meeting dear friends again. I know they will be my companions for life, nurturing my soul as I seek knowledge and virtue and helping me meet new friends along the way. Maybe The Brothers Karamazov just won’t be one of them.