| Amy Chua is gross. She groomed female law students at Yale for Brett Cavanaugh and invited students to her house even after her husband had been put on leave for improper behavior with students. Sounds like she just couldn’t stand to lose a shred of her influence. Disgusting couple. |
And how does this affect things when he is grading papers? Seriously, I'm a HS teacher, and all teachers know that we are not supposed to show blatant favoritism. I am truly disgusted that this type of thing seems so common at the Ivy's. |
For undergraduates, I would only invite students as a group (a class, all students from an extracurricular group, etc), but for graduate students it is different. A prof who is advising a Ph.D. student isn't just overseeing academic work, they are also mentoring to produce a colleague. It can get messy, but the reality of academia is that success is based as much on your network as the quality of your research, which is like many other fields. |
This is different than a professor picking his/her chosen favorites to come over for parties. |
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Yes at both undergrad and law school in the 80s and early 90s.
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I attended W&M, Georgetown, and Duke, and did this at all three. The Georgetown invite (business school) was open to all students, the others were invite-only. Some were networking parties, obviously hosted to introduce top talent to friends of the profs who might be executives or own companies.
I’m sure there were a gazillion others I wasn’t invited to, which is fine. Just because I wasn’t invited to a social event, doesn’t mean I don’t trust that prof to fairly grade me. |
| As I’ve been researching colleges, I see this pop up in some of the descriptions of activities at schools. I was surprised but I guess it’s kind of a thing. I went to a large Virginia state school and I did go to my professor’s home for dinner once with classmates. I loved it and thought it was so unique but maybe it wasn’t that unique after all. |
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I went to college at a large California State university in the mid -late 90's.
My professors never invited me (or anyone I know) to their homes for parties, but they would go to parties that students hosted. I also attended group dinners (group of maybe 8-10 people) at restaurants with professors. |
It isn’t favoritism. The invite goes out to the entire class and the first dozen or so to sign up come. We rarely fill totally as most kids do go home. It is much worse to leave students alone on the holidays in a town they barely know when they can’t afford to go home, during a very stressful time (1L fall). What kind of isolated, lonely world would it be if we were all so uncaring? Law school first year is completely blind grading so it doesn’t matter AT ALL. |
I'm sure it was, but what about your classmates who weren't so socially saavy as to get these kind of invites? I'm sure they loved hearing how you and your boyfriend were receiving preferential treatment from the professor. |
| I can’t imagine it now, but in the late 90s I knew of peers who would go to professors’ houses. It was usually a situation where the professor was their advisor, the sponsor for a club the students was a leader in, or a small team of students being coached for a competition. |
Most law school grading is student blind. Students have a number and teacher does not know who until after grades are submitted. I once got the top grade in a class as a 2L that was filled with 3Ls that had supreme court clerk candidates (already had feeder cir. judges set). As a class we had been to professor's house for dinner twice. I hadn't really been that active in class so professor said he was shocked when he found out I had top grade. |
Yes, but universities should hold their professors to different standards. |
| One professor had a bible study that a number of students attended weekly. |
It was common in some departments when I was in grad school. Not mine, but I dated a guy in American studies which was a really chill program apparently and they even called professors by their first name instead of doctor. One professor had an open house one Sunday a month. It was kinda a boozy late brunch salon type atmosphere. No hanky panky. The guy I was dating insisted I was still welcome after we broke up. |