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Coherent Light

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Chapter 9: Required Courses

The spring semester arrived with the specific quality of a second chapter — the same setting, the same cast, but with the accumulated context of a first chapter behind it that changed the meaning of everything. The apartment was the same apartment. CREOL was the same building with the same equipment and most of the same faces. But I had been in it for a semester now, which meant I understood its actual structure rather than its presented one, and the difference between those two things was, as it generally was with institutions, significant.

The curriculum planning session happened on a Saturday in February, at the kitchen table, with the course catalog open on my laptop and the degree requirements document beside it. This was a task I had been anticipating since the previous semester, when the shape of the four-year program had become clear enough to analyze: which courses were genuinely necessary, which were necessary in the sense of being required without being educationally essential, and which were required without being either necessary or educationally essential, which was the category I had taken to thinking of as the institutional overhead — the courses that existed for reasons that had more to do with the institution than with the student’s professional development.

Patrick was at the table with his own degree requirements, having apparently arrived at the same planning moment through independent parallel reasoning, which was the way most of our shared activities arrived — not by arrangement but by the natural alignment of two people whose thinking moved in similar directions at similar speeds.

He looked at the civil engineering requirements for a moment and said: how much of this is real.

I said: what’s your definition of real.

He said: directly applicable to the work a civil engineer does in practice, or to the foundational understanding that makes the applied work possible.

I said: by that definition, probably sixty percent of the required courses. Possibly sixty-five.

He said: I got fifty-eight.

We compared lists. The overlap was substantial — we had independently identified most of the same courses as genuine and most of the same as overhead, with a few disagreements at the margins that were interesting precisely because they were marginal. He valued a history of engineering course I had discounted as peripheral; I valued a materials failure analysis course he had dismissed as redundant with what the core curriculum already covered. We each made a case and each revised our assessment slightly, which was the specific pleasure of an argument where both parties are oriented toward accuracy rather than winning.

The overhead courses had a consistent profile, which I had noted while making the initial list and which Patrick confirmed when I described it: they satisfied distribution requirements that existed at the university level rather than the program level, they were taught by departments outside our programs, and their connection to photonics or civil engineering was a stretch that required a specific kind of institutional imagination to maintain with a straight face. A mandatory course in cultural studies for a photonics student. A mandatory course in oral communications skills for someone who had spent four years managing client negotiations in a context where imprecision had actual costs.

Patrick looked at the oral communications requirement for a moment and said: I have given situation reports in combat conditions.

I said: the course syllabus includes a section on effective use of visual aids in presentations.

He said: yes.

We looked at each other with the shared recognition of people who have encountered the same thing from different angles.


I said: this is Pournelle’s Law operating at the curriculum level.

He set down his coffee cup.

I said: the distribution requirements exist because the departments that teach them need enrollment to justify their budgets and faculty positions. The academic bureaucracy — the committees that design and approve curriculum — is populated by people whose institutional interest is the university’s internal economy rather than the student’s professional development. The courses that survive the committee process are the ones with departmental champions, not necessarily the ones with educational merit. Over time the curriculum accumulates requirements that serve the institution’s internal needs rather than its stated purpose, which is to produce graduates with genuine professional competence.

Patrick said: and the people who actually understand what professional competence requires — the practitioners, the industry partners, the alumni who do the work — have progressively less influence on the curriculum than the people who administer it.

I said: the ABET accreditation process is supposed to correct for this. Industry advisory boards, outcome assessments, competency verification. But the accreditation process itself is administered by an institution, which means it’s subject to the same dynamic.

He said: so the correction mechanism has the same failure mode as the thing it’s correcting.

I said: yes. It slows the drift rather than reversing it.

Patrick was quiet for a moment. Then he said: the Marine Corps had the same problem. The training pipeline was designed by people who had operational experience when it was designed. Over time the administrative layer grew and the operational voice in curriculum decisions shrank, and the training started optimizing for metrics that were measurable by the administrative layer rather than outcomes that mattered in the field.

I said: did it affect the training quality.

He said: in specific ways. The things that were easy to measure and document stayed rigorous. The things that were hard to measure — judgment, adaptability, the specific quality of decision-making under conditions the training couldn’t fully replicate — those degraded. Not eliminated. But the ratio shifted.

I thought about this. The photonics curriculum had the same ratio problem, though in a different domain: the courses that were easy to assess — problem sets with correct answers, lab reports with defined formats — were designed and maintained with genuine rigor. The courses that were trying to develop something harder to measure — scientific intuition, the ability to recognize when a standard approach was inadequate, the judgment to know when your data was telling you something unexpected — those were present in the curriculum as stated objectives and absent in the curriculum as experienced.

I said: the solution we’ve implemented is to do the real education in the margins and treat the formal curriculum as a credentialing process.

He said: yes. That’s what I’ve been doing since I was in the foster system.

It was the first time either of us had referenced our own histories in the conversation, and it arrived with the specific casualness of something said by someone who has decided to say it rather than said by someone who didn’t mean to. I noted the quality of the arrival and did not make anything of it in the moment.

I said: same. The formal curriculum in Charlotte was a credentialing process I satisfied at minimum cost while conducting the actual education independently.

He said: what was the actual education.

I said: electronics, optics, business operations, institutional navigation. You?

He said: survival, first aid, languages, fighting. Later, machining. Then military skills.

He said it in the flat inventory voice, the voice that held the content without the affect, and I understood that the inventory was both accurate and edited — that there was more behind each item than the item itself suggested and that the editing was a choice rather than an omission.

I made the same choice in return, which meant we were each telling the other something real while retaining the option to not tell them everything, which was a specific kind of trust — the trust that the retained portion would be respected rather than extracted.

I said: the foster system.

He said: thirteen years. You?

I said: not the system. A household that produced similar outcomes through different mechanisms.

He was quiet for a moment. He said: the rotating care arrangement.

I looked at him.

He said: you mentioned it once. October. The institutional indifference comment.

I had mentioned it once, in passing, in a conversation about Pournelle’s Law and its domestic applications. He had filed it and cross-referenced it against everything else he had been observing and had arrived at a partial picture that was, I recognized from the precision of the phrase, reasonably accurate.

I said: yes.

He said: and then the stepmother.

I said: and then the stepmother.

He nodded. He did not ask for more detail. He did not offer sympathy, which would have required me to receive it and would have changed the conversation’s register in a way that neither of us wanted. He simply acknowledged the information as information, filed it in whatever architecture he maintained for things he had learned about people he lived with, and moved forward.

I found this the most comfortable possible way to have been told that he had been paying attention.


The summer school plan emerged from the curriculum analysis as its natural conclusion: move the overhead courses to summer sessions, concentrate the genuine technical courses in the regular semesters where the full resources of the program were available, and use the summer’s lower intensity to complete the credentialing obligations without the cost of displacing the work that actually mattered.

It also meant staying in Orlando for the summer, which was the version of the plan that Patrick and I had each independently arrived at before we compared notes, and which the curriculum analysis had now provided a rational justification for in addition to the real reason, which was simply that neither of us had anywhere else to go that we wanted to go.

I said: the apartment lease runs through August. The garage arrangement continues.

He said: yes.

I said: summer courses are half the load of regular semesters. There’s time for the business and the experimental work.

He said: and the commissions. Webber sent another referral.

He slid his phone across the table. I read the message — a friend of Webber’s in Boston, a physician who had inherited a collection of vintage audio equipment from a recently deceased relative and wanted the best pieces restored and the rest evaluated for sale. It was not a single commission but a potential ongoing relationship with a client who had both the resources and the taste to make it worth the engagement.

I said: this is a different scale.

He said: yes. We need to decide if we want to operate at this scale.

I thought about the logistics. The evaluation component would require either a trip to Boston or shipping the equipment — both options had costs and risks that the Charlotte operation had never encountered because the Charlotte operation had not worked at this scale. The restoration component was within our demonstrated capability. The client management component was the variable I had less confidence in.

Patrick said: I’ll go to Boston if needed. I can evaluate the collection from a mechanical and aesthetic standpoint. You give me a checklist for the electronic assessment and I’ll document what I find. You review the documentation and we make the decisions together.

I said: you’d do a site visit.

He said: it’s a problem with a defined scope and defined parameters. I can manage that.

I looked at him and thought about the specific quality of his competence — not the technical competence, which I had had months to assess and which I found reliable, but the other competence, the one he had been building since he was five years old in environments where reading a situation correctly and managing it precisely was not a professional skill but a survival one. The physician in Boston with a collection of inherited audio equipment was not a threatening environment by any standard Patrick had previously encountered, and his ability to navigate it would be, I suspected, exceptional.

I said: yes. Let’s do it.

 
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