College began a few weeks ago, as did the three-day ritual sacrifice of the students. First, the external facilitators came and showered the social work students with the knowledge they had grown tired of gaining, and then, their own professors showed up in order to facilitate the sacrificial ceremony and considered it something just short of a regular lecture because it was given under the tag of a ‘program’.
A not so enthusiastic crowd of students gathered up the courage to attend classes in the morning and later enter their respective slaughter-houses where the facilitators waited with a sharp razor, ready to give each one of them a clean haircut, regardless of whether or not you wanted one. Most of the to-be-sacrificed went through the process like an unwilling child who sits in the barber’s chair, waiting for the moment when he’d be presented with the chocolate for being good – they waited for the credits.
Some bold beasts decided to resist, unaware that a lost attendance meant an unnecessary payment so they could go through the same torture later in the semester, during class hours, and lose out on important lessons and attendance in the class.
This time however, it wasn’t just the cramming of heads with a known knowledge, but an ‘activity session’ where the students were converted into unwilling high-class street sweepers, petitioners, and traffic cops.
The facilitators started out well by introducing themselves and the topic they were to speak on; then one spoke rather violently about the issue of domestic violence, and the one who was to speak about sustainable development ended up discussing the difference between sex and gender; youth challenges were accurate, but the gender sensitization session was strictly for ‘the disciples of Friary’, and the presentation on health consisted of all the useless email forwards from the year 2007 you found in your inbox when a distant relative or an annoying aunt got her hands on your email id.
The climax to this series or torturous three-day student sacrifice festival consisted of one man alone, who pulled the students out of the slaughter-houses, had them put on gloves, hold placards and talk to rest of the civilization, looking like loons, as they picked up the garbage on traffic signals, forgetting about cleaning their own college, and asked the drivers of every vehicle to ‘clean their mess’. A petition against water privatization was involved in the game, but most of the students didn’t know what to do with it, so the facilitator dispersed them for lunch.
The post lunch session was a scene out of a kindergarten classroom where the students sat in group, with a chart paper and a box of crayons, drawing images of what they did throughout the day. To make things more ‘lively’, an overused psychological experiment was held in order to boost the morale and self-confidence among the sacrificed crowd. That’s a technique used by advertisers today – first they make you feel useless for what you look like, then offer a clichéd, useless product to make you feel better.
‘Hon, are those wrinkles? And whoa! Is that a GREY HAIR?! Maybe you should go for this useless product that’ll probably give you cancer….’