Life under the doomed


For me, campus life felt like a dome, a sort of claustrophobic bubble where seminars and lectures became part of its never-ending containment. Its impact overbearing me, produced the reverse of productivity, so much, it created a protective bubble that prevented invasion of this already existing dome. That far attached from reality, I fell into inclusion.

This, I hated so much, a deserted environment with no adults, but of youngsters. Where are the academic and professionals I’ve paid 9k for? Perhaps I have more chance of running into them on a plane or on a boat, this, Julia Goodfellow, would be guilty of.

This detached relation from professionals to students, meant that the student support systems were hostile, and even destructive. This become more of a reality when I was confronted by professionals on my many of human errors (i. submitting wrong essays, ii. submitting beyond the deadline iii. writing on the wrong text). In seeking support,Β I was greeted with hostility, whilst those that plagiarised their way through the year, were greeted with their academic result.Β Β How is it possible, for someone to maliciously plagiarise, and someone to commit human error endure different results?

This experience of mine only just distanced the already non-existing relationship between student and professional. It was this that strove me to do well in my exam – achieving firsts, that made be feel vengeful towards the hostility I received.




1 Comment

  1. Hi
    Thank you. I am happy to see your wonderful poem. It gives me a thoughtful thinking and amΒ  happy for that. That is always my intention to see a post that gives me happiness.

    Am happyΒ  to share at least a part of that happiness and love here as am commenting now.

    Well, If I wish to be happy is inevitable to keep the vibes flowing.



    Peace ✌and Love ❀

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