daily_prompt Prompt #430: The Chosen
Every college acceptance letter shoved in my mailbox bore some generic congratulations: ". . . You are among the select few. . ." ". . . accomplishments merit acceptance into our family" ". . . we CHOOSE YOU to join our class of 2014. . ."
Who the fish do you think I am, Pikachu? You picked me? Oh, no, no, no, no-No. I chose you. What right has a school--an establishment contingent upon student attendance--to mandate who is and who is not worthy? I sent my repertoire to you. I knew that you would accept me, and then I would chose from you.
Colleges were established to educate those individuals interested in higher learning, not to discriminate between who deserves your mascot on his or her résumé. How dare you the audacity of assuming that I serve you, you who walks crippled without my tuition and alumna donations?
Some of you hide behind the excuse of research to fuel your elitism--and all the more woe to those who do not. For what good are you if my professor doesn't even have the intention of earning his doctorate?
And don't deny it: some of you set your tuition and fees according to the rank and reach of your prestige. So now even America allows birth circumstances to dictate who steps foot in the future ruling class?
Higher education, straighten your priorities. Students don't exist to inflate your grandeur, you exist to make your students shine.