In a month, my son will graduate college with an English degree and a teaching certificate. He plans to travel to South Korea in the fall, where entry-level jobs for kids with his qualifications are plentiful. I graduated with a degree in English myself, but that was in 1971, when students with arts and humanities degrees didn’t have to go all the way to Asia in search of employment. I found work as a reporter with my hometown newspaper, The Atlantic City Press, a week after graduating. Although I’d planned to stay just for the summer, I wound up working in journalism for seven years, until the lure of the options floor in San Francisco proved too tempting to resist. Interesting, well-paying jobs were plentiful back then, and even students with degrees in English, art history, psychology or philosophy were not anxious about finding work.
A Glut of Humanities Majors
These days, however, good jobs for college graduates are scarce, and unless you have a degree in math or the hard sciences, you’re likely to find yourself doing work that is unrelated to your educational background and training. Even so, students continue to flock to humanities departments, mainly because the curriculum is far less challenging than math, engineering, accounting, organic chemistry and computer science, where the best opportunities are. The point was driven home when I hired a high school classmate of my son’s to do some development work on my web site. I’ve been paying him $100 an hour – a relative bargain, I’m told, because he can complete a project quickly and without glitches.
In times past, career advice usually boiled down to the old adage, do what you love. Unfortunately, the current crop of graduates can’t afford to be so choosy, especially if they have student loans to pay off and the oft-exorbitant expenses of living in big cities where jobs are most plentiful. But if your son or daughter were graduating this spring with a humanities degree, what career advice would you give him or her? Personally, I am far less concerned about career opportunities for my younger son, who has a high school degree and recently went to work at an auto shop that does collision work. My older son will find his way, I am sure – he has worked as a wilderness guide and will spend his last “free” summer as the activities director of a YMCA camp – but opportunities will not come so serendipitously as they did when I graduated from college more than 40 years ago.
Times change. This decade is different from the last and the next will be different from this one.
But still life goes on. My parents speak of the good old days. When I am old I will speak of them too. When my children are old and gray they will do the same. Times change.