Many suggest I should finish my undergrad (chemistry, philosophy, and math) with only two and a half credits left to finish—but I think the university owes me an honourary PhD. The truth is that my marks won’t get me anywhere.
Hear me out. Stressed out of my mind, I approached mental health clinicians at this school, and they tried to make my life a living hell. I understand that the concept of Big Pharma is hard to fathom for some—especially first-years and anyone else immature and naïve—that that very disgusting, despicable, morally outraging, and vomit-inducing practice occurs at U of T.
What vision can possibly guide it morally and scientifically when psychiatry has yet to overcome the barrier of credibility while its malicious practices extend their godforsaken roots to compete with the flower of society and future of this country? Owing its limited existence to preserving a mindless profit in the most medieval manner in a struggle for survival of human decency and the intellect, the U of T psychiatric department sits like a boulder on what growing roots U of T may have, but hopefully not in the way of that second-generation tree, grown in the soil of Erindale, the fruit of which now ripens. Turning a profit on cancer drugs may be rationalized, but there can be no excuse for promoting unnecessary, costly, and dangerous drugs at any university. If UTM wishes to lead, let it do so first by purging this city of morally offensive practices.
I need not dwell on the growing rumblings of a multitude over the state of the quality of education. My own experiences with many professors and especially of the array of unqualified drones that are most TAs have near rendered my wrath unquenchable to willingly present arguments for what I am to understand is common and self-evident to many of like mind, yet mysterious and upsetting to the naïve and immature.
The fact is I was prescribed an antidepressant after two one-hour sessions, with the only warning being that “you may read some crazy stuff on the Internet”. Amid the stories about the woes of education and of adverse “side” effects of drugs cooked in a lab half a century ago but that continue to be prescribed negligently since then, grant me to say this: I’m in severe anxiety over the way we are progressing at this university.
If I don’t have time for my classes, it is only because I am occupied with the university itself, and I intend to take the lead where there is none.