This is the first post of SOURCE Scholars, a group blog that will feature opinions, essays, and various other information resources from some of the Editorial Board members of The SOURCE on Community College Issues, Trends & Strategies.
This first relatively long post is from George Lorenzo, editor-in-chief of The SOURCE.
If you were paying even a little attention to the news about higher education on Thursday, August 4 and up through the weeks after, you probably would have noticed a major buzz that was first generated by a telephone press conference featuring Tony Carnevale from the Georgetown University Center on Education and the Workforce, along with Jamie Merisotis from Lumina, talking about the Center’s latest report, “The College Payoff: Education, Occupations, Lifetime Earnings.”
The report covered a lot of ground about education-attainment levels as they relate to income over a lifetime, presenting findings in 2009 dollars of full-time workers over 40 years of their lives, from 25 to 64 years old. The findings/data in the Center’s report were culled from the authors’ (Anthony P. Carnevale, Stephen J. Rose and Ban Cheah) analysis of the 2007-2009 U.S. Census Bureau’s American Community Survey.
The Big Payoff of a Bachelor’s Degree
For this informal blog post I am going to focus only on one sentence of the report about earning a bachelor’s degree: “With median earnings of $56,700 ($27.26 per hour), or $2.3 million over a lifetime, Bachelor’s degree holders earn 31 percent more than workers with an Associate’s degree and 74 percent more than those with just a high school diploma.”
First, I think it is very important to note that the aforementioned focused on “median earnings,” not “average earnings.” Second, the American Community Survey that this report was based on questions about 3 million households each year.
I don’t know how many people actually filled out the American Community Survey that was mailed to them, but even if everyone did fill out the survey, it means that the Center’s report data is based on about 9 million households from 2007 to 2009. According to 2005-2009 figures from the Census Bureau, the US has a little more than 112 million households.
WARNING: THIS IS A LONG STORY in Three Parts
During the telephone press conference, Carnevale and Merisotis repeatedly pointed out that, from a lifetime perspective, what you earn with a degree under your belt most definitely pays off, even if you are like many Americans who must go into deep debt to complete a bachelor’s degree - which brings me to my personal “college payoff” story.
I think my story is a microcosmic slice of American life as it pertains to the so-called completion agenda, college readiness and their relationship to earning a living and what people end up doing with their career pathways after they earn, or not earn, a bachelor’s degree.
My College Readiness
I grew up in a small, lower-middle-class, city neighborhood on the east side of Buffalo, NY that was comprised mostly of blue-collar working families. I graduated from high school in 1971. I am a first-generation college graduate with a BA in English that I earned in 1985 at the age of 31.
I was not a good high school student. I attended an all-boys Catholic high school that I hated, resulting in a grade point average somewhere below 2.0. This included a final grade of 65 in Geometry (the highest level of math I took), giving me the distinction of having earned a high school diploma through sheer luck. My high school teachers were mostly Franciscan priests, whom, in those days, were allowed to use corporal punishment. I quite vividly recall being punched in the face once for talking out of turn in class, getting whipped across the back of my head numerous times with the rope that circled the waistline and hung down the side of the customary Franciscan cassock, as well as having to kneel on my hands after school as punishment for getting into a fight.
I also attended K through 12 in the Catholic education system, where pulling sideburns was a fairly common practice among the nunnery (Ouch!).
All this, and more, resulted in a lack of enthusiasm for academics, but I was smart enough to understand that I would need to go to college. My parents, however, did not have the funds to support any kind of higher education endeavor, nor did they encourage it. My father suggested that I go apply for a job at the steel mill, auto plant or railroad, all of which accepted my application form and nothing else. So, off to the local community college I went. Thank goodness for open enrollment!
Self Support and Freedom
I was working as a pizza delivery guy, driving a junky Oldsmobile that got me where I needed to go, making enough money to rent a room (that I shared with an international student from “Bombay”) in a nice suburban home located near campus that was owned by a friendly senior-aged couple. I also took out a small student loan to help make ends meet. I managed to figure out how to be free and on my own, but I was also a naïve 18-year-old that did not seek out any advice in relation to academic achievement and career advancement. Like most 18-year-olds, I had no idea whatsoever about what I wanted to do with myself, except that I had this sincere desire in my heart to travel the world.
Dropping Out and “Studies” Abroad
During my second semester, while walking past a bulletin board, I spotted an advertisement from a company called “Student Overseas Services.” Not long after that, during the middle of my second semester as a community college student, I was sitting in coach on an Icelandic Airline flight to Luxembourg, on a one-way ticket, with, if I recall correctly, about $500 dollars in my pocket.
The Student Overseas Service on rue des Etats-Unis in downtown Luxembourg was overflowing with students like me from all over the U.S., waiting to be assigned a job somewhere in Europe. The letter they had sent to all of us duly noted that they had “tentative” work available (mine happened to stipulate that it was located in Switzerland) if we just filled out the application that cost $60 to process and got our asses over to Luxembourg.
The waiting period for actual deployment to a real job took about two weeks. During that period, myself and two fellow New Yorkers that I befriended at the Student Overseas Office pooled our meager financial resources together in order to rent an inexpensive room, including breakfast, in a home nearby that was owned and managed by an extraordinarily warm-hearted and friendly elderly couple. We had a place to sleep, shower and eat breakfast.
Days were spent at the Student Overseas Office waiting. Nights were spent at the local downtown disco where we nursed beers and danced with European women. Soon a dozen drifting young American men temporarily stuck in Luxembourg (myself obviously included) were offered employment at a steel mill in a small town in Northern Germany. The job included a dormitory setting where migrant workers from all over Europe lived and worked. I stayed there for two months, earning Deutsche Marks and learning a lot about German culture first hand. I then spent about one month traveling up and down the Rhine until I got homesick and was left with just enough money to purchase another one-way ticket back to Buffalo on Icelandic Airlines.
In hindsight, this became my unique, self-funded study-abroad program that my wealthier student counterparts were able to take advantage of through the generosity of their parents, and earn credit for, at actual higher institutions of learning located overseas. I learned about European society as an “Amerikaner” working hand-in-hand with hard-working Italians, French, Yugoslavs, Turks and Persians at the steel mill, as well as from sleeping in youth hostels and at camp sites, and drinking white wine with locals at beautiful inns along the Rhine and Mosel rivers.
Back to Square One and Onward
After returning home from my European exploits, I did not go back to school (but should have). I got a job as a waiter and bartender at the neighborhood Italian restaurant. I had temporarily lost my desire for academics and was still feeling a strong desire for more traveling and sowing of wild oats. Always wanting to get out from the Buffalo winters, I went to Florida; I lived in Arizona; I lived in California; I lived in Hawaii; and I wound up in Las Vegas in 1981, where I first shared an apartment with a Buffalo neighborhood friend. The apartment was within walking distance from the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. I was 27-years old and enrolled as a non-matriculating student in English 101, and I got a full-time job as a night auditor at a small hotel located on the Las Vegas Strip. During my days in Hawaii and Arizona, I had worked in the hospitality industry as a bus boy, room service waiter, desk clerk and night auditor, so my experience got me hired, but not exactly at a high wage.
I was able to transfer over the one semester of community college credit I had earned years back. In relatively short order, I was considered a full-time matriculated student majoring in English, with an unofficial minor in communications studies with an emphasis in journalism.
By now I was mature enough to realize that if I did not get a bachelor’s degree I would probably be stuck behind a hotel desk working the graveyard shift for most of my life. Some of my peers who had completed college by now were working in decent jobs, raising families and buying homes, while I was struggling to pay tuition and clothe, feed and shelter myself.
I eventually moved into my own place, a very small studio apartment near the campus. Thankfully, it wasn’t as hard as it sounds, primarily because I was single at the time. Plus, I had a lot of energy and self discipline to push myself forward. Still, through most of my undergraduate years, I could not afford a decent and reliable automobile and was often forced to transport myself back and forth from school to work and home via a ten-speed bicycle or taxi cabs.
End of Part I
Part II : “Working Hard Toward College Completion”