“The
Curious Incident of the Apathy at the College”
In April
2012, a group of college students in Santa Monica – protesting a
new plan to sell courses to those who could afford to pay several
times the standard amount for “high demand” classes – got
pepper sprayed in what turned out to be a
don't-just-sit-there-and-let-this-happen story about standing up for
what you believe in. A bit further down the shoreline at Orange Coast
College in Costa Mesa, I had mentioned in class (quite angrily) that
I didn't agree with Governor Jerry Brown's plan to raise community
college tuition from $36 to $46 per credit hour. As I finished my
somewhat outspoken oration I noticed that the looks I had earned were
those of bewilderment mixed with disbelief and sprinkled with apathy.
The rest of the class was busy updating their Facebook pages and
replying to texts that were assuredly important. It was at this very
moment that I could no longer support the cause to fight for what I
thought had been unfairly high tuition fees implemented by the
community college system and its administrators. After I started to
think about it, finding out that community college students were
turds was like finding out there was smog in Los Angeles – no
kidding.
In
December of 2009 a California Community Colleges Chancellor named
Jack Scott, told a room full of people (who live in mansions away
from the problems of the poor) that cuts in school's budgets had
increased class sizes while making it harder for students to actually
get into the classes they needed in order to graduate on time. My
daily experiences almost agreed with that. The part that ol' Jack
left out was the part where students – after fighting harder than
Mexicans trying to get across the border – settled into the
American way of apathy and complacency. The part where the girl
behind me in math couldn't go more than three minutes without sending
or replying to a text message. The part where the masses of turds who
couldn't make it to an 11AM class on time managed to leave 20 minutes
early despite the class being only an hour and a half in length. The
part where every kid with a shiny new Macbook was constantly updating
a meaningless Facebook existence instead of paying attention to their
instructors in the very classes they tried so hard to get
into. I wanted to get behind the agenda to keep tuition fees down,
but my motivation swirled down the drain like the sleeping guy with
the headphones' interest in learning surely swirled down the drain
that morning after taking a painful piss made up of the weekend's
remaining regrets.
Before I
was willing to dine on pepper spray at the next meeting of the
administration I had to wonder if tuition was actually that
bad here in California. What I found out was that California
Community Colleges have one of the lowest enrollment fees in the
United States. Even after the governors new tuition increases take
effect this summer, California will still have one of the lowest
enrollment fees in all of America. If you don't like paying $46
dollars per credit hour then you can always try one of the following
challengers' schools : North Carolina weighs in at around $57, New
York comes in at about $150, and Vermont tips the scales at a hefty
$223 dollars per credit hour for in-state tuition. Eat that
protesters.
Something
I did find strange was how the word “rights” had been thrown
around so loosely by students when they feared having to tell their
parents that it would soon cost them more money to see their children
fail and drop classes repeatedly. There was an almost smug sense of
deserving the world for their meager contributions to the local
street pharmacist's economic betterment. I felt like Mark Twain when
he said, “ Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The
world owes you nothing. It was here first.” Except I was more
enraged.
Something
about spending someone else's money to take a class (up until the
first midterm) only to drop it and sufficiently screw everyone else
that needed that class to graduate on time changed my opinion of
student protesters. The problem is you. The problem is not the
administration. The problem is not the governor. The problem is not
some other entity that I'm sure you can place the blame on if need
be. Until you are willing to do the following: put down the phones,
pay attention in class, wake up, be on time, my eyes will remain free
of pepper spray as I surpass students that just couldn't make it into
the classes they feel they deserved so much. I am awake; my phone is
off.
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