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The recent decision made by various academic policy makers and administrators make us to think that those sitting in the various academic councils are cheaters. It is generally believed that the politicians and the businessmen are opportunists. But, the decisions and actions of the Indian academies reveal the hardcore fact that academicians are the worst cheats.
Science is purely deterministic while commerce is purely opportunistic. Indian Universities are meant loot the public and earn money. They are not meant to cultivate arts and science. In the recent past, various colleges in Tamilnadu started Bioinformatics course. But, all of them closed the department of bioinformatics. Every academic department is supposedly instituted to promote the art which concerned department specializes. The Tamilnadu universities completely failed to promote bioinformatics or one can say that no professor in Tamilnadu has the capability to promote bioinformatics. Another horror side of the story is that the tuition fee. It went upto 2 lakh just to get M. Sc., degree. Don’t the idiots sitting in the academic councils know the nature of bioinformatics course?
Another course is B. S. Biotechnology. Under the ‘Vice-chancellorship’ of Ponnavaiko the course was introduced in some of its affiliated colleges. Today (4.9.2010), the newspaper reports state that the Government of Tamilnadu has banned the BS biotechnology course. Those students who have joined the BS biotechnology can continue with the course, but the colleges should not admit students for BS biotechnology in the years to come. The academic council of Bharathidasan university completely failed to foresee the pros and cons of starting BS biotechnology course. And, the members of the academic council does not have sufficient intelligence to weigh the pros and cons of BS biotechnology. How the Bharathidasan university started without the knowledge of the higher education secretary of Government of Tamilnadu? Where the hell the education secretary went when Bharathidasan University was introducing the BS biotechnology course? Or the education secretary think that the professors are fools?
The open fact is that the modern academic policy makers are pure opportunists and cheats. Do we need the opportunistic councils to govern the deterministic science?

This is for a college essay, and I’m looking for fluency, mechanics, grammatical errors, etc. I can’t print it and I know I tend to slack in proofreading when I’ve written and fully understand what I’m trying to talk about. Anyhow,
A pair of white lights, blinding, fixed on me. Sniffling, I made the decision, the curious decision not to wipe my eyes. Watery, my lips pulled into a pathetic quiver I brought my head up to look at the vehicle. It was also white, grayed by the darkness of the night for the place I’d chosen to stroll was oddly devoid of streetlamps. Without their comforting glow my heart raced as I focused on the white, only to turn my head and watch as they became red, my wordless plea ignored for the fourth or fifth time.
Today, I had decided somewhere along the line was my boiling point. The rising action in the least linear story (a Kurt Vonnegut-esque tale of dramatics and my being led by a surprising lack of personal knowledge) was fixed on this being the day where I would finally tell everyone about the building pressure within me. I’d say, confidently and eloquently with hand gestures that my former speech and debate team would be proud of, “My life is at a rough spot. I need help, and I don’t need you to understand but I need you to respect me and to listen.” It was true. I was having all the success of someone attempting to push a heavy object past a carpet and my stamina was exhausted. I was exhausted.
The life I’d lived was by no means simple. One usually gathered that when they asked where my mother was and I told them cheerfully that I didn’t know. My grandmother was her quasi replacement, though I saw her as a grandmother rather than any sort of mother figure. Ironically, I’d been more of a mother than she was, raising three siblings much younger than me for several years. Her sharp reprimanding hand and personal troubles ensured that things weren’t easy, but in retrospect it served as a huge distraction. It was like someone pinching you to distract from a mild and constant headache, cauliflower bruised skin a weathered reminder of its convenience. However, her constant presence and penchant for causing trouble inadvertently affected me that night, though I’d been living away from her for roughly seven years.
My father did not understand. I had not expected him to as I poured out my heart. I spoke of a non-congruency within my mind, of social isolation and awkwardness and physical confusion. My interest in medicine, two or three years running had led me to a surprising dead end, though I did find the terms a few times on the internet and in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (IV) but the conclusion was painful and I merely scoffed at the time.
I was not smiling, or doing anything that resembled it. Almost as I began my voice wavered dangerously, my eyes locked on his due to my training in speaking but constantly interrupted by blinking. I told him in a rushed way about the hours I spent alone at night thinking about life. Speaking slowly, I told him that I had personal image issues. They reflected in my faux nonchalant attitude about grades and in my interactions with others. I grinned a lot even though my teeth were never immaculate, so people had the general assumption that I’d achieved the average level of teenage happiness that comes with constant company, risqué choices, and the leeching lifestyle that many would dream of. I had company of a few constant friends, but hardly during the daytime outside of school. My niche was shrinking—my friends finding new friends in ways I was slightly numb to. I missed them actively, but was inactive, lethargic. I wanted so many things, but mostly happiness.

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