Problem with academia

I think my big issue with my own memories of academia, is that, it traumatizes me. Not that everything went terribly, no.

Lack of support, lack of being understood in the family or relatives, lack of grasp by the society on anything that I did, are some of the examples on how I suffered. My relatives did not have an idea of university, in general. Most of them either did not go to university, or chose a campus close to home. Some, left for the university in other cities, but they were supported hugely by the family members, and they had many cousins and siblings. Like, many. Each cousin checked in once a year, and they had only 200 days to go. The rest was checked in by siblings, nephews, nieces, neighbors, friends, classmates, people of the same town, far relatives, etc. They had hobbies. Life was simpler, and cheaper. They had money to get clothes, food, and have a decent life. Not all, I am talking about people I knew. By my time, there was nothing available. We had to get the family together, and were responsible for everything that was going on inside, and sometimes outside family.

In the past, people really needed only to focus on their own health, projects, and life. As a domestic, or an international student, I had to pay attention to many aspects, including how much I was going to be bullied and shamed by Iranians, in every single step. People think we forget, but we never do.

Not to mention, being treated like an alien. We had to figure out every step ahead, many times a week, month, and a year. It is hard to adjust to a new city nearby. Do you know how hard it is to get along with everything untried in a new continent?

And now imagine, while you do your teaching and research duties, you have to be trapped with people who have no idea of the world outside, have minimal social interactions, and are very proud of themselves for being that way. Their dreams are small, their world is tiny, and their biggest success is that they were able to secure a job as a graduate student / postdoc / assistant / staff / professor, in an enclosed container called academia.

It is too traumatic. That’s why people who have choices, or are on edge and think they can handle it better outside, quit.

And it gets easier. When you work 40 hours as 40 hours, not 10 hours as 80, in a safe, loving, smooth environment, life gets better.

Academics are losers, at lest in Europe, Canada, and in the US. It sucks to be them.

Dormitory

I personally disliked being in a dormitory, when I was an undergrad.

We were 4 people, at least, with 7 people sleeping in our beds. I had to sleep on the ground, because those “takers” were upper class bullies. I was a first-second year undergrad, and they were campus whores, literally and figuratively. I had to adjust myself to them. They stole, stayed up over night, physically hurt me, mentally tortured me, and you know, that age, doesn’t demand many roommates. One, tops. Especially in Iran, where the lack of proper upbringing and education by families is absolutely evident.

My question was, why would people in charge, throw about 150 people in about 13 rooms, give them only one kitchen, with one tiny stove, get them only 1 bathroom, and build floors of these students, unattended? People came to our floor to go to the bathroom, from other floors.

The dormitory I lived after graduation, was worse. We were 4 floors, and we only had one bathroom.

My first year was even worse. We were about 11 floors, and we had one bathroom. There were bathrooms on our floors, but there was no water, at all. There was no elevator, as well.

I don’t think that any normal person would want to stay in such a bloody hell, until you are staying one night a week. Even that, is horrible.

Many of us did not have a decent memory of the past. We were neglected, by our families, by the society, and by the system. We were forgotten. We even didn’t have space to being a friend. People of the center of Iran were usually the ones who felt they are in charge of everything. They considered them our bosses.

Now, why would I want to miss the dormitory? I never miss it. I don’t miss anything about Tehran, or my dormitory. I hated it. I hated both. A polluted city with lots of traffic, unruly, angry, depressed, and rude people.

Honestly, most cities of Iran are like that. People who usually claim dormitory is fun, are the ones who make it hell for others, and are usually the ones who do not stay much there. Many of Iranians were, and are sadistic people. It is hard to live with people who have strong sadistic traits.

Why do you think Iran is falling apart?

Real Power

… though they were doubtful that the West would intervene militarily here for any reason… among such people, dropping bombs on a city the size of Belgrade gave the West credibility. It was the kind of aggression that locals have seen often through their history, and could respect.

Robert Kaplan, Eastward to Tartary, page 262.

Falling apart

I don’t think that Iranians get along with each other, in general.

They don’t hold the patience, ethics, and intelligence that is necessary to hold different people of a nation together. They don’t understand, or respect each other’s differences, and try to suppress every single difference they see in others. The hold on to any possible power, way, force, to diminish different people. They constantly make fun of every single ethnicity in their own country. What makes you think they should remain as one country? Iranians are the most ununited, disrespectful, ignorant, racist, and fascist nation I have seen my whole life. They don’t tolerate the tiniest difference. They will go for any joke, in any extent, to make it clear that they plan on making fun of other people. They have small balls, and are usually intimidated people, but they will find any chance to belittle others, to label them, to publicly shame them, to make a point about their culture, their existence, their being. Honestly. I hope the country will be torn down. If anything, Iranians have proved they are not ready to establish a country that size. Different races must leave, and take their lands with them. I would say Persians and Azeri people (people in Azerbaijan-E-Sharghi, Yazd, Isfahan, Tehran, Albortz, Ardabil, Kerman, Semnan, all Khorasans together, Mazandaran, Fars, these can live together. They have mouths big enough to burn each other.

Iranians are so selfish, self-centered, and racist, that they would go to any extent to put people down, with direct offenses, or as “jokes”. It doesn’t matter if they are your friends, or they date you. Majority of them are sadistic people, obsessed with something, and angry at everything (mostly, the provinces I mentioned above, not all Iranians. I am talking about cities, in general, not the small towns and villages. They are very good people, in general). They will come out of the blue and will start offending you, no matter how polite, silent, and considerate you are. They will continue doing whatever their parents have grown inside them, to finally bring you down, make you one of them. OR that you leave them, which doesn’t happen usually. Because such a person is abusive enough to never let you run away.

I hope that the country will fall apart, for everyone’s good.