College students demanding safe spaces has now become a norm in this country. These students want to have areas on campuses (besides their dorm rooms, apparently) where they can be free from any ideas or free speech with which which they disagree and free from anything or anyone that might challenge or offend them.
Some of these students demand
counseling if a political candidate they oppose is scheduled to
appear on campus or even if fliers for that candidate are put in
public places. Yes, it's that bad.
College used to be a place where high
school graduates went to learn, to shape their futures and grow into
productive citizens. Today, because colleges and universities are
granting students their safe spaces, these schools of "higher
learning" are instead turning out a bunch of crybabies and
wimps. (I used to say pansies but pansies are a hearty plant that
bloom in the harsh conditions of winter. Pansies are tougher than
many college students.)
In my humble opinion, college and
university administrators should answer students' demands for safe
spaces with the four words in the photo above and printed directions
for getting there. If they believe college life is so hard because
they run the risk of getting their precious feelings hurt just by
words or an announced visit by a political candidate which they
oppose, send them to basic training and teach them not only how to
live with adversity but how to respond to that adversity as adults
instead of seeking shelter from ever becoming adults.
These kids are never going to grow up
and be productive citizens. After for years of coddling by school
administrators, new graduates will have to go out into the world
where, much to their surprise, there are no safe spaces and they'll
likely be offended by something or someone on a daily basis.
What do I see for their futures?
They'll end up living in the only safe spaces still available to
them... Mommy's and Daddy's houses. And if their parents helped to
mold these kids into cowardly, unproductive wimps – those parents
deserve to have them back home. You reap what you sew.
But in the words of Dennis
Miller.... “That's just my opinion. I could be wrong.”