
A friend on twitter posed an interesting question in response to the discussion of minority scholarships. Read the original advice, to the white kid that thinks minority scholarships are racist, here. My twitter friend wonders what people like this student think of disability scholarships. That gave me food for some deep thought, and I went back to some writing I did six months ago, which is integrated into this entry.
Disability scholarships are designed with the same thought in mind as minority scholarships: they are all intended to assist some of the underprivileged yet deserving individuals in their quests for higher education. However, in the same way some admissions policies have made a mockery of these efforts by lowering the standards for ethnic minorities, the office of disability services (every campus has something of the sort) has succeeded in assisting with the dumbing-down of American campuses.
Gasp! Politically incorrect, you say? How can I be so calloused and insensitive? Where do I get off? Here’s where, people: I’m an epileptic. I have grand mal seizures if I don’t get enough sleep, don’t take my medication properly, or take any of a number of other substances, like over-the-counter decongestants, alcohol, or any kind of stimulant, legal or otherwise. When I have a seizure, I’m pretty much worthless for an entire day afterward. I can barely speak or move, and everything is really foggy.
So, as a college student, this certainly provided some difficulty not experienced by all students. For one thing, I didn’t know about the decongestant issue until I was about halfway through college, when a campus doctor finally thought it would be a good idea to explain that to me. I’ve never been a big drinker – wine was always allowed in my house growing up and as such alcohol never held any sort of magical allure – but I was the queen of caffeine, a staple for surviving all-night study sessions. And caffeine, my friends, is a stimulant – and my favorite of the caffeinated poison, espresso, is an especially potent stimulant.
Procrastination led to all-nighters; all-nighters led to caffeine; caffeine led to seizures; seizures led to absences. Most professors at my university had absence policies. So, what did I do? The smart thing, avoid procrastination, perhaps? No, of course not. A professor kindly suggested I seek accommodations from the office of disability services in order to get attendance policies waived altogether for me as a student. Wow.
In light of that, I suppose it’s amazing I graduated at all, and in particular with a “B” average. Attendance policies are indeed juvenile, but suddenly having absolutely no requirement to show up to classes was further incentive for procrastination. Truthfully, I learn better from reading and writing than from auditory instruction, anyway – but most people don’t.
My point is, I didn’t really need disability services. I simply needed to grow up and accommodate my own disability by doing a little adult planning. Instead, I received well-intentioned babying – great for students who need to learn responsibility! And now, beyond epilepsy, we have the ADHD and ADD phenomenon. Every parent who has a kid who wants to act like a kid rather than a miniature adult seems to think the “answer” to this “problem” is to drag the kid off to a psychiatrist and dope them up. So they go through school thinking they have an excuse to be idiotic, and they don’t get to have those crucial years of irresponsible kid-dom – involving, goodness, actual playing – so they get to college and don’t know what to do with themselves. They go to disability services, get everything handed to them on silver platters, and, even worse, they have this effect on the kids around them. Entitlement complexes, when fed, breed personal laziness as well as resentment from one’s peers. Resentment furthers poor performance in college.
A commenter who works in admissions on campus supports minority scholarships but doesn’t agree with providing lower standards for minority applicants. I agree, and I would be insulted if I belonged to an ethnic minority and had standards lowered for me. It would make me feel like someone thought I was inferior. And I don’t think disability services should be viewed any differently. It’s there to provide an even platform. EVEN, not greater than.
Maybe as an epileptic I deserved the disability scholarships I got. Certainly some truly physically disabled students deserve them, just as underprivileged minorities deserve special scholarships. But disability services have not worked out as intended. Thanks to pseudo-psychiatry and the American dream (of not having to take responsibility for individual actions!) these services are making a mockery of so-called “higher” education.