IS THERE A QUESTION? LIFE AFTER SCHOOL

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The University community has created an environment of itself different from the real world. It could be a blessing to some, but to most it is a curse. If you have always felt that the University has its troubles and wary times, then the world’ out there’ beckons for even more. The University community is therefore a prototype or a platform and foundation for the world ‘out there’. ‘Out there’ in the sense of a different people, different ideology, more of a competitive race than achieving the best. The morals learnt in school might soon waver off if one isn’t careful. The University student being the experimental class in an experiment and the control class is the world. Apart from educating the knowledge, mind and opinions of a student, the University makes them ready for a world waiting to test them.
Therefore, fear grips the heart of students when they are about to leave the ‘sane’ University community to the ‘insane’ world. The frustrated labour market is full of students who have lost the knowledge gained over three to six years looking aimlessly for ‘white collar job’ when they could put their knowledge to personal development and use. The average second-class lower student has given up in standing a chance at the labour market, when even the so-called brilliant first-class and second-class upper students are moved in the transverse wave of opportunities. The corrupt system of undeserving people ‘using long leg’ to acquire positions and old men that have refused to retire have become the young man’s agony.
Where then do we find solace for our years’ work? Where do we find importance in the education system? The becoming becomes the become, in a few years from now we are all moving into that labour market, more than a thousand tertiary institution would produce their graduating students who have no home for survival, new students are enrolled into these institutions yearly, students who have hoped to be a part of the system, ‘a circle of madness’ that has no end, till death do us part.

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