There is no language on earth that could capture the depth o..

There is no language on earth that could capture the depth of my hatred for my university. It has no unified curriculum—each professor does whatever they please. Tests? However they want. Presentations? As they wish. Assignments? At their discretion. While one group might have a one-hour class where the professor delivers a clear, structured lecture, another group could sit through a four-hour session listening to the professor’s personal anecdotes. Some students get a multiple-choice test that the professor reviews afterward to ensure understanding, while others get an open-ended question on a random topic—write whatever you want, however you want. And yes, if you don’t write it, you’re barred from the next exam. Some professors will assess a student’s grasp of the basics before gradually increasing the question difficulty to set a fair grade; others will fail you outright if you miss a single hyper-specific detail, regardless of how brilliantly you answered the rest. One student might know the brain’s structure thoroughly yet fail for not knowing a tiny nuance, while another—who doesn’t even know what a pons is—will pass because, and I quote, “he’s such a nice guy.” (Yes, that’s an actual quote from a professor, and yes, this happens all the time.)

This is the reality at our university. Many students have written complaints, gathered signatures, sent letters to the dean’s office and even the Ministry of Education, involved lawyers, and filed lawsuits. But not a single one of these attempts has succeeded. The administration and part of the faculty are simply incompetent—they’re not equipped to do their jobs, and this fact would be obvious even to a monkey without a pituitary gland. These people are just “friends of friends” comfortably settled in well-paid positions. And with each passing year, the university tightens its grip: exams become increasingly complex, and the material reaches unreasonable levels of difficulty. By the third year, less than a quarter of the original class remains, which is catastrophically low. Given the steady decline in our small country’s population—accelerated by the government’s increasingly absurd policies—it wouldn’t surprise me if this push to reduce the number of much-needed doctors was some sort of state mandate. Otherwise, I can’t understand how this could even be happening.

The closer an empire is to collapse, the crazier its laws become. I only wish I didn’t feel so strongly about things that are beyond my control. That’s my mistake and my burden to bear.