(Logic)^-1

Growth, development, cultivation. Concepts that sound pretty straight forward to anyone. The idea of people becoming better and learning from there mistakes has always been present to the human mind. From a stand point of science and education that has been the case for a long time now. Not here!

As the overextended holidays came to an end, sparks began to fly. Hopes of a new campus that would no longer require us to travel through the desert was at hand. Aspirations of a newly built library came to thought. No more need for those prolonged creative seasons whose outputs usually were excuses to enter our over-protected, over-rated college of medicine for some study/lunch time. Dreams of finally having restaurants that didn't cause constipation every time they were visited. Oh, the disappointment.

It was if we had left a week ago. Sand was still were it was. Buildings a bit higher, nowhere near finished. Wrapped palm trees stood proud like soldiers on a desert field waiting the command to attack. Unknown faces stood lingering and lost, searching for a clue to what the next move was, as if prey, Freshmen. Old ones greeted each other awkwardly, not really sure how to greet old friends. Maybe he's a 1-1-1, or a 1-3, or just a basic "5ashim", was usually the meditation thoughts before a greet. Some were satisfied with a firm hand shake, recalling old laughs and sinical jokes. Fresh were the people with their smiles. I liked it that way. Trying to milk it for all it was worth. I knew in a months time, sad ghosts would drift the hallways, carrying frowns the size of canoes. A bad first mid-term,  an accident on the way to college, or a delightful dancing professor. It was all to come.

But what bugged me the most was something simple, and very metaphoric. The all new "Saeco" vending machines. Most would wonder how a vending machine could effect anybody. It drew a picture, where man and women, made carts with square wheels. Or when man and women, returned to using tree leafs to clean their behinds. I know the canvas i am drawing is a bit extreme, but truth be told that's what i felt. The "Saeco" machines had no bill slot devices. Which obviously means the damned bloke that wanted something to eat or drink, would need a pocket of coins. Very Genius. Disregarding the fact that the old machines needed to be pounded a couple of times to get what was needed, the new ones required one to go around begging for loose change, giving way to the pounding act, furthering ones place on the "Idiot Spectrum". As an institution that promotes science, growth and education, it is illogical that we go from bad to worse.

Not to be endlessly gloomy and forlorn, there was positive change. We now have two or three new restaurants to try how immune to poison we all are. One, "Bar Wel Baher" was actually very good. They surprisingly served warm "Biryani" with "Bachamel Macaroni" and some barley salted "Butter Chicken". Tasty. Despite the fact the guy serving it had the IQ of a comb, i was very satisfied. Reviews of the others will come. *Evil Laugh fills room of Reader*.

Over-all, i am optimistic. I just dread the possibility that i might have to spend the two years i have left, in the shadow of this reform. I do feel that the university is heading for the better, just not as fast as i hoped it to be. Breaking barriers and transparency are very important. Hopefully, the people on top will read this, giving them a piece of our minds.

This posts song is "Sleeping Sickness" by City and Colour. Thanks to Mishal for this epic trance.