Walk into a class at Shimer with students talking earnestly, sometimes painfully, about the meaning of a classic and you might think you had stumbled into a group therapy session for young literati.
Shimer wears a mask of nodding tranquility but plays devil's advocate to the Big Ten and the Ivy League.
The Shimer College I attended no longer exists and yet is eternally present in this moment (as T.S. Eliot said he, too, I read at Shimer).
At Shimer we paid no attention to disciplinary boundaries; we blithely followed problems wherever they led. For better or for worse, I’ve never been able to shake this approach.
I often tell people that I received my degrees from various universities but that my education is from Shimer.
Probably one of the best things that ever happened to me was finding a little article in the Chicago Tribune that mentioned that you could go to Shimer without finishing high school. This was at a point when I was desperate to get away from home. I discovered that Shimer was a place where people were really into ideas and cared about things, not just the superficial things that people were into in high school.
"To serve rather than be served" is the motto of Shimer College, a fiercely independent liberal-arts institution where professors and their students use dialogical tools to dismantle arguments like kids pulling the innards out of old alarm clocks.
I used to think school was the worst thing on earth. At Shimer, the worst thing about each course was that it didn't last four years.
To me it is inconceivable that they think we'd let Shimer die without a fight.
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