Many years ago, I was an undergraduate sitting in a large amphitheater at Boston University, waiting for my new psychology class to begin. The professor, Catherine Caldwell-Harris, bustled in and took the stage. She was younger than most of my other professors, and had a great deal of energy \u2014 it was infectious and almost dizzying. Students watched with wide eyes as she paced the stage, extolling the virtues of self-directed learning and passionately railing against doing work for work’s sake.<\/p>\n
Rather than give specific assignments, she said that each of us would produce three projects \u2014 of our own design, on topics of our choice \u2014 that would become our “portfolio.” Back then, I was one of those stick-in-the-mud students who just wanted to know what I had to do to get my A, so naturally I found the idea of doing three \u2026 somethings \u2026 to be worryingly amorphous. I fretted for a while, and then got to work.<\/p>\n
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