POINT OF VIEW
By MICHAEL BERUBE I was elected to my first academic committee when I was still in graduate school. It was an ad hoc committee, and my presence on it marked the first time that I had held elected office since the fifth grade, when, thanks to a combination of savvy electioneering and ballot fraud, I won the post of "treasurer" of my class for the month of January 1971. Back in 1971, I had no budget; in 1988, by contrast, three other graduate students and I were charged with disposing of more than $125,000 in fellowship funds to the graduate students in English at the University of Virginia.
Some of the money -- $25,000
-- had come, incredibly enough, from the donations of faculty members
and graduate students themselves. The other $100,000 had been
volunteered by an exceptionally benevolent Dean of the Faculty of Arts
and Sciences. Starting with stone soup, it seemed, we had come up with
the possibility of 25 awards of $5,000 each. The only problem with the
unprecedented windfall was that no one had any idea how to administer
it; there wasn't even agreement on who would be eligible for the money.
Perhaps fifth-year students who'd completed all their work on time
(through their oral exams), but who still had to work part time (while
writing their dissertations) to supplement the $5,500 per year they
earned as teaching assistants? At that time, Virginia didn't grant
tuition waivers for teaching assistants, so maybe the grants should go
only to students who'd been paying high out-of-state tuition for years?
But then, what about students who'd faced catastrophic health costs?
What about students with burdensome loans acquired in their
undergraduate years?
My committee, then, was elected to
decide the issue. Unfortunately, we did more to torpedo the enterprise
than any four gremlins could have done to take down an airplane. But
what I learned on that committee -- what I learned about
academic committees -- has served me well for more than a decade in
academe.
The first problem was that, even after the
committee was elected, it wasn't sure what its mandate was. That
surprised me. I argued that we were elected simply and solely to
disburse fellowships, and I advocated earmarking the money for students
at or near the dissertation stage, on the grounds that they had the
deepest obligations to the department and vice versa. My arguments did
not carry the day; on the contrary, I found myself losing one
three-to-one vote after another.
Having rejected my
suggestion, the committee decided to canvass the graduate students to
see what they wanted to do with the money. The results of the
poll were ambiguous: Students in the early stages of the program saw
themselves as the neediest bunch, while students in other stages came
to the same conclusion about themselves. So then the committee decided
to canvass the students again, this time using a questionnaire
with a multiple-choice format. The results were still ambiguous. So the
committee decided to make the fellowships contingent on individual
applications: Each student, whether in the M.A., M.F.A., or Ph.D.
program, was asked to submit a form to our committee, detailing his or
her history of past aid, current student-loan indebtedness, and number
of hours per week spent in part-time jobs. The results of this
byzantine, intrusive, and controversial application process were ...
well, ambiguous.
The committee next decided that rather
than grant large fellowships to two dozen students, we would make three
categories of awards, based on an assessment of each student's
indebtedness and work schedule. To be as inclusive as possible in a
program of 300 students, the committee designated award amounts of
$1,000, $500, and $250. That represented the last of the three-to-one
votes I lost.
A few days later, when our indecisive
decisions were announced, the Dean of the Faculty of Arts and Sciences
was on the phone to me, furiously demanding to know why the hell we had
scattered a vast sum of fellowship money to the winds. I decided,
privately, that I had been the lone authoritarian on a committee of
procedural democrats so pure in motive that they could not take a step
for fear of treading on a living being.
But this is not
just a story of jejune graduate students cowed into submission by a
six-figure sum. In my more recent professional life, the same pattern
has too often been followed by academic committees -- regardless of
whether they are composed of junior or senior faculty members,
postmodernists or neomedievalists, socialists or libertarians. To this
day, time and again, I find myself on committees whose purposes become
progressively unclear to the committee members themselves, whereupon
more committee meetings are called to (re)determine the direction of
future committee meetings. How, I've wondered, can reasonably
intelligent people willingly subject themselves to this?
To try to answer that, I've begun to analyze the peculiar academic
aversion to decision making, and I have come up with an interim list of
four personality types among faculty members who are sure to sandbag
any decent committee. Only one of those is actively malevolent: the
person who sits silently through a two-hour meeting, and then, as
everyone is getting up to leave, delivers himself or herself of a
single, orotund proclamation that effectively unravels whatever fragile
consensus has hitherto been achieved.
The second type is
the person who cannot recall, from meeting to meeting, what has
previously been agreed upon. That type is the natural prey of the first
type, who exploits the second person's spotty memory in such a way as
to revivify tangential questions and side issues that were left for
dead six weeks earlier.
The third faculty type is the
advocate of multiplicity, who, after three months of deliberation,
suggests that it might be a good idea to submit to the provost
two strategic plans, or maybe even three, so as not to close
down viable options (as if one plan weren't enough fodder for further
administrative caviling down the line).
And the fourth type
is the benign cousin of the first, who, just as the penultimate draft
proposal has been circulated to all committee members (and maybe a
friendly dean or two), pipes up and says, "You know, I've had very
serious misgivings about this enterprise from the start ... and
frankly, I'm not even sure we should be drafting a proposal at all."
When person three gets together with person four, watch out:
Within the hour, they'll have suggested recanvassing all living faculty
members and every alumna and alumnus since 1981, whereupon person
number one will end the meeting by deftly shredding what remains of the
day's agenda. Lest you think I exaggerate, look deeply into your hearts
-- and your curriculum. There you'll find last year's innovations
sitting cheek by jowl with unsatisfactory curricular compromises struck
in the mid-1970s. Should you want to try to get the house in order,
why, then, just appoint another committee.
Don't get me
wrong: I have occasionally been so lucky as to sit on focused,
determined committees that have actually produced specific proposals.
(In fact, the experience has been so rare and gratifying that I've
forgotten what happened to our proposals after they were buried by
more-nebulous committees at higher levels of administration.) And,
loath though I am to admit it in public, my judgment about matters
academic is not always correct; I have actually been swayed by cogent
arguments from committee members with whom I usually disagree.
At a time when the ideal of faculty governance is honored by
administrators and trustees chiefly in the breach, faculty members can
ill afford committees that dither and delay and wind up looking like
tweedy versions of "Dilbert." Since it is probably contrary to the
spirit of academic freedom to suggest that my four personality types
be barred from all campus committees, it may make sense here to model
ourselves, in this if in nothing else, on Congressional committees.
That means agreeing ahead of time on the committee's mandate and goals
-- perhaps by setting out the committee's charge, scope, and definition
in writing, and asking all committee members to brook no meta-dissent
that effectively unravels the committee's reason for being. It also
means agreeing to write one proposal -- not two or four or five
-- with a clear sense of audience and a reasonable timetable and a
suggested budget for putting recommendations into effect. And it means
-- perhaps most important of all -- that when the committee comes to
conclusions that a minority of members cannot in good conscience
support, such members should be neither silenced nor allowed to keep
the jury in session indefinitely. Instead, they should be encouraged to
write a minority report.
It may never be possible to make
academic committee work enjoyable, but it may be possible to make the
work meaningful. And, if faculty members truly want to keep faculty
governance in faculty hands, it surely behooves us to demonstrate -- to
administrators, to trustees, and to each other -- that we can govern
ourselves fairly and competently. Even in a committee.
Michael Berube is a professor of English and director of the
Illinois Program for Research in the Humanities at the University of
Illinois at Urbana-Champaign.
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