Jim Rowbotham:
CLASS OF 1961
Blair AcademyClass of 1961
Blairstown, NJ
Wyomissing Area High SchoolClass of 1960
Wyomissing, PA
Haverford Middle SchoolClass of 1957
Havertown, PA
Haverford Junior High SchoolClass of 1957
Havertown, PA
Llanerch Elementary SchoolClass of 1954
Havertown, PA
Jim's Story
Life
I'm pretty busy with work, which includes idea generation and proposals/presentations for the NY City advertising and marketing agency where I manage marketing research and new business. I stay in shape via workouts at the New York Athletic Club a few times a week. The AC is a major factor in keeping things in perspective here in Manhattan. While my parents passed in the late 90s, I still get to suburban Phila and to metro Reading a few times a year for visits. Always consume at least one oven-baked Italian grinder at a Lee's Hoagies, if possible. I am also in regular email contact my Bucknell fraternity brothers and with a range of Bucknell alums. Same for some prep school and business school friends. My favorite "New Yorker" cartoon, on a cork board in my office, shows a guy chatting with a babe. He's saying "I'm married, but it's not serious." Ha ha.
School
My ultimate opinion on educational value:
As a person's educational level increases, the value of his/her teaching quality and committment decreases.
I had several exceptional teachers in Llanerch (PA) Elementary School, Haverford Jr. High School (PA), Wyomissing High School (PA), and Blair Academy (NJ). That quality was particularly true at Blair, though Haverford Jr. High had several fine teachers.
The educational "delivery" dropoff started at Bucknell University, long regarded as a top tier college. Sure, there were a few excellent professors, but flanking them were facutly members who were either uncaring, condescending , or lazy. The apex of these was "Uncle Bobby", who attracted academic gamers like me, along with varsity athletes to his laughably easy Journalism track. It got w...Expand for more
orse at Wharton (Wharton!!), where I discovered professors in the Marketing department who were coasting on tenure as they doddered toward a comfortable retirement (no doubt hanging on to long-time consulting clients. When I get together with Wharton peers, we ruefully reminisce about one Marketing professor who was stone deaf and boderline senescent, and another who'd discuss his main consluting client, Foremost McKesson, in every class. I missed the drunk who'd get loaded during Faculty Club lunch, then lurch over to the classroom building to fill 50 minutes with smart-mouth, mysogonistic prattle. Unbelievable.
Workplace
Back in my teens I gravitated toward books about advertising and marketing, e.g. "The Hidden Persuaders", toward news articles on people's living patterns, and toward advertising parodies, e.g. in "MAD" magazine. So it wasn't much of a stretch to enjoy business courses, economics, and journalism when I was at Bucknell.
In turn, I moved toward advertising and marketing after earning my MBA degree. Marketing, say what you will, involves the ability to write, to exchange ideas, to defend concept rationales, and to be intellectually curious about all kinds of trends, people, and events.
Now, even at my late middle age chronology, I still enjoy the business and may well be more creative than ever, with the ability to make my point also at a pretty high flow. Anyone who says that white collar professionals hit the "work wall" is generalizing too much. I've thought of loyalty/member acquisition ideas for this site, have tried contacting it, and got no response. It could be far better and more genuine than it now is. Oh well. Carpe diem!
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