The reality is more often than not worse and more dramatic than perhaps what could be expressed by barren words to describe an academic institution that sold its soul to the Faustian devil for a few dollars in return. To the devil’s unfortunate luck and surprise, however, those behind the deal tricked him into thinking that they actually had souls, where in reality they were mere shadows — way below those described by Plato. This is, in fact, a description of the misery that one such ‘prominent’ institution has dragged itself into. The misery ensues not because the people behind the scenes have sold their non-existent souls to the devil in order to fulfill a pre-determined quota of students that they have to accept yearly, but it emerges from a situational context that depends heavily on inapt students who lack the attitude and the credentials so as to be worthy of the label to begin with.
A daily visit to the university’s campus gives one the impression that one has entered into an entertainment center whereby the only activity that the majority of the students describe themselves as doing during their free time is chillaxing. These students — except for a very few scattered individuals who are worthy of the sobriquet — could not be bothered to do anything beyond paying to get a degree. How so? Because even though you have been suspended, you can re-enroll and be suspended again only to re-enroll once again ad-infinitum insofar as you keep on steadily paying your tuition fees.
What is scarier, nevertheless, is the utter silence with which one is faced upon daring to question the university’s policy. One is always met with almost machine-like answers as soon as one meddles with the puppeteers’ platform. The natural result is classes filled with forty student-like individuals who attend only because they were obliged to, and because this particular institution makes up the best choice for those who want to have a free-ride and still graduate with a university degree from a university god knows how they got their accreditation in the first place. But why should one care about what is actually going on in the classrooms if one’s concern is only to secure a set income irrespective of the quality of the students?
During the past few years the university’s panorama has changed, radically plummeting into the abyss with no way back. It seems as though people have forgotten what ‘quality education’ actually meant. The steering wheel has been directed through the money smelling route instead of that which guarantees a collective cooperation between different faculties, departments and colleagues in order to provide the students with an environment suitable for a memorable university experience.
This institution has been the receptacle for promoting a nonchalant mentality that is much loathed by the university itself. The outcome is a schizophrenic institution where two different forces clash subsequently weakening their very own foundations. It has been some time now since the darker force has been overcast over its desolate halls, driving the university itself to insanity. The campus is deserted; the students soulless and the libraries are haunted by the ghosts of the authors of the lamentable book-collection available — the budget is allocated elsewhere apparently, spent on more precious resources that even the lord of the unicorns is ignorant of.
And in the meantime, while the dark forces flourish and suck the life out of what seemed to be a promising university, a small group of students is condemned and sentenced to suffer in silence amongst zombie-like individuals that have been ‘sedated’ into a mental state of comfortable numbness for ages. The only difference, however, is that there are barely any attempts in order to resuscitate them from their everlasting coma, nor are there any attempts clamoring that they do not need any education.
And so the story continues while the university persists stubbornly to maintain a constant state of denial to admit that it is facing a serious problem. Maybe there is not any problem in the first place! It is not the problem of the students that they have been pampered all their lives and brought up to think that things are easily attained. It is the faculty’s problem to adapt to these pampered students’ needs and dumb-down the material so that it could fit their underdeveloped students’ capacities and skills. The whole plan should workout insofar as a certain noise (including a literal noise on campus) is constantly generated in order to delude others and oneself (the university itself) into thinking (the lords forbid!) that progress is being made and that things could not get any better, whereas in reality things could hardly be any worse. All under one slogan:
“… They pretend to work, and we pretend to pay them.” But if you dare bring an opposing view, it is as though you never existed in the first place.