If I were to apply for graduate school right now, my summer activities list might look something like this:
- Cultivated ability to identify the areas of a house least likely to be hit by missiles
- Obtained negotiation skills to survive dangerous check-points
- Learned to drive around careening tanks
Obviously these activities don’t actually involve architecture or urban planning (unless you count the house part, which I doubt many universities will). Part of being an ‘Arab Spring’ student is that much of our education involved learning skills that don’t raise our employability level so much as they contribute to staying alive, as we gain our academic credentials in almost bold-faced defiance of the reality around us.
But regardless of the circumstances, my academic life in Benghazi University has always been an unorthodox experience. Even before…
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