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Lost Chapter of UOW: Bombs over New London University

Lost Chapter of UOW: Bombs over New London University

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The next step in Contesting Admission seemed rather obvious to me. Pummel the English Department into submission. In the words of President George W. Bush, this will be “shock and awe”. The plan was simple. Bombard the department with paperwork of all kinds. Inundating them with busy work to no end until the very machinery and inner workings of the department failed and collapsed from sheer exhaustion. This would be achieved with course petition slips, grievances, long rambling emails, handwritten notes, and anything and everything I couldn’t find that required the department’s energy.

The energy around the department’s faculty was being depleted by the day, if not by the natural course of events of the semester, but from my own doing. But what exactly was I doing? The disconnect from what I believed I was doing, and what was actually happening only grew by the day, and by semester’s end, a new exciting reality was born through my eyes only. Now that is was totally clear that the department wanted nothing to do with me, and I would need to create a new language (meta-power) to alter the admission decision, I was angry. In my opinion, if I couldn’t have a language I would destroy it.

“What did you do this time, Jacques?” Students would ask me as they passed me by the in the department corridor. I was almost certain they knew what I was doing. At the beginning of the campaign, I was more clear, or at least, more direct about my intentions. I would remark simply: “oh, you know, dropping bombs!” Later on, as my condition worsened, I was less direct a lot of things: “Puff!” I would say, gesturing with my hands as if a bomb was exploding in the department with only the gesticulations of my hands. But these students had no idea what I was talking about with my arbitrary noises and hand gestures. No idea whatsoever.

Every day, I ramped up the bombing campaign. More notes! More emails! More everything! This was until my health worsened to the point in which my notes and emails were completely indecipherable. Unreadable. But by then the semester was almost at an end. And it seemed, through my eyes, that I had won. Professor’s offices were shut or closed. Most of the department was vacant or vacated, I thought, by the dwindling presence of faculty in the department. Alas, this was due to the pending summer break, the university calendar, and not the metaphorical bombs over the English department at New London.

About the Author

J. Peters

Bold 10 Under 10 award recipient Jacques Peters ’08, MSW ’12 . Through his work as a Licensed Clinical Social Worker (LCSW), therapist and disability rights advocate, Mr. Peters fights for those without a voice in various systems of care, such as the New York City Department of Social Services, the New York State Office of Mental Health or the city’s Department of Corrections. Jacques is the author of University on Watch: Crisis in the Academy, which he published under the pen name J. Peters in 2019, and First Diagnosis, published in 2020. Jacques refers to his stance on recovery in his journal articles as “Too big to fail.” No obstacle too big, no feat out of reach, Jacques let nothing stop him in his path to recovery and healing.
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