Sunday, October 5, 2014

My Ideal University

My ideal university is a university full of magic. It’s not like magic with wands and enchantments, or wizards and witches, or flying broomsticks and snitches. It’s magical in a sense that you could feel the spirit of camaraderie and happiness once you enter the campus.

It is a university wherein the professors and students share mutual respect towards each other. Wherein nobody speaks harshly or embarrasses another. Wherein nobody acts superior and nobody feels inferior. Wherein nobody will point out your flaws right on your face and in front of people, but rather speak to you privately and help you improve. Wherein nobody bullies and nobody lets themselves be bullied. Wherein everybody knows their rightful places- the professors as teachers and should be highly respected and the students as learners who also deserve fair respect.

My ideal university gives importance to education, not just academics but also values and morals. It trains students to be competent members of the society bearing in minds what is right and what is wrong. It implants the sense of patriotism to every heart of the students. Always offer service to our own nation first because it needs us and even in subtle ways, it has helped us.

My ideal university gives importance to real learning rather than getting high grades. It would instill in the minds of the students that yes, grades are important but greater learning would be retaining the knowledge that you have gained in school until the end. Just passing an exam then forgetting what you have learned is not enough. The preservation of the knowledge is what makes learning significant.

My ideal university would prepare students for the real world. It will give us an overview about the blessings and curses the reality brings. It will not save us from the consequences of our actions and decisions, rather, it will push us to be responsible people to face them.


My ideal university is a place where good memories are made. Years from now, when a wave of nostalgia strikes me, I will come back to that place and feel as if nothing has changed, as if no time has passed at all. I will greet it as an old friend, and it will welcome me back with open arms. We may have been separated by time and circumstances, but once I come back, I can always say “I’m home.”.

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