Do We Take University for Granted?

  Well, it is a valid question…..  Here we can express ourselves freely: a luxury not afforded in the state where the author of the poem below lives….

Whether student or teacher, most (if not all) of us are wont to gripe or moan about something in the University experience which is not quite as we might like it to be (in an ideal world which we don’t inhabit, perhaps).

A friend kindly gave me a magazine concerning the plight of Afghan childern during the period of war and conflict which has blighted their childhood (and, on a more positive note, what members of a French association are doing to give such young people hope and the chance of a future which might hold all we hope for ourselves).   On the back page was a poem translated  form the local language into French which I decided I would translate into English as it really touched my heart.  Imagine this: it was written by a youngster in his mid teens with more cares and real fears on his shoulders than anyone should have to bear….let alone at such a tender age.

It surely sets our minor worries in context….. it did mine anyway.

When are They Going to Come Kill Me?