In a move apparently designed to target the rising class of couch potato game geeks enrolling in the nation’s colleges, the University of Houston has taken a bold move. It has enlisted a new ally in the fight to get students to take fitness classes – the Nintendo Wii.
Now, instead of taking bowling, curling, seashell-collecting or any other non-sport masquerading as sport, students can take a Wii-based fitness course to fulfill their physical fitness requirement.
Sure, the Wii causes players to work up a sweat, but does it really deserve to be a course at an accredited university? Will the UH students be using the game the way they use it at home? Will the Wii classroom have a couch that the students can sit on and finish off an order of nachos between games? Will there be a mom in the background screaming, “It’s time for Oprah! Turn the damn channel!”? Will the players be able to create their own pseudo-rap star avatars complete with Persol sunglasses and cranium-sized bling?
The Wii fitness class joins a number of recently-offered university courses and programs that might leave parents, who are footing the bills, scratching their heads.
For example, those who consider it a good time to hop on a shortboard and splash around in the ocean like tasty shark treats can take the classes in Surfing Studies at Plymouth University. For students who are serious about caring for the spawn of others and haven’t seen When a Stranger Calls, Sullivan University has a professional nanny program. And if there is any hope of a dedicated Trekkie finding a soulmate, it would be in Georgetown University’s Star Trek class.
Some of these alternative courses and programs do have academic merit. This blogger wouldn’t mind taking a course in queer musicology. But astrobiology – the study of life in outer space? Didn’t the Alien movies close the book on that endeavor?
Clearly, higher education has something for everyone, including every under-motivated student slug who thinks anything that calls for more exertion than “Simon Says” is too taxing.
And to all those parents who told their game-addicted children they’d never learn useable skills from a video game: who has egg on their face now?