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, I was greeted with hostility, whilst those that plagiarised their way through the year, were greeted with their academic result. 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.