Exquisite Corpse 9 - The frightful concussion nevertheless buoyed her dodgeball fantasy.

I work at a small private university. It’s a vastly different world from the college experience I endured. When I went to college, you simply put on your big girl panties and did the work or you went and got a job at the mall. Simple as that. Today’s students are coddled and cajoled to the point that a student actually called and asked me if she really had to take her finals since she didn’t really feel like it.

Uh… yes.

She concluded I was a moron that had no idea what I was talking about. Maybe so, but at some point isn’t it appropriate to expect a student to do the work required? But I digress.

One thing I have noticed that’s on a steeply upward trajectory is the number of concussions these students seem to have. At first I assumed that they were still learning to walk and text at the same time, which is part of it, but I think it’s become a thing for doctors to say that the slightest head boo-boo is a concussion in these cover-your-ass times.

I can’t blame the doctors, but it really messes with the students who then assume they should not have to attend class for the next month and usually end up taking a medical withdrawal for the semester because, once again, no work got done.

So I made this chaotic collage around the notion that a concussion can be a bit disorienting, which was my experience. Points for you if you see the dodgeball humor.