A tango with vernacular

Posted by admin on Oct 31, 2007 in Community | 0 comments

Perhaps university culture has collapsed into a state of rambunctious tedium, but this cynical ex-agrarianite finds himself disjointedly appalled at the deficiency of learning institutional exclusive jargon.

So this pessimistic deconstructionalist makes his debut on the literary world. Perhaps university lingo has passed me by, or I am the proverbial dying toad steadily boiling, unnoticed, in a pot of water, but honestly, in my first six weeks here I have not run in to that much Tuwoo— (or TWU to the non-phonetic pronouncers among us) exclusive lingo. Granted, a few academy standards have been thrown in my face—RA, caf, prof, grad student, senior, junior, freshmen—but overall nothing jargon-based has hindered my plight into this specific venue of higher education thus far.

However, everyone’s favorite alma mater does have its share of throw-around-to-the-point-of-cliché student-ese. When, I challenge you dear reader, transfixed at this writer’s feet, was the last time that you have attached special significance to the words student life, called, or community? Of course we do not find ourselves doing so! Redundancy has set its superfluously long claws into these unsuspecting jewels of terms rendering them all but useless to conventional usage.

Yet, do not cry, dear reader. In the world of TWU dialect, these particular words are the noble type that formed a small counter-cultural village outside of their previously happy existence to subsequently sacrifice themselves. All the other selfish words could not care less about higher meaning and have continued in an ignorant, blissfully unaware state. Get ready for a groaner, reader; these words have felt called to a higher purpose. They have been sacrificed at the altar of meaning to push us away from their original meaning and towards the almighty idea they originally represented. They have pulled us towards themes actively running through the veins of Trinityland. Community happens in this campus, whether or not we realize, want or need it. Student Life is really meant to benefit you, an average student despite all conspiracy theories to the contrary. Called to a Higher Purpose is our goal, regardless of its overuse hither and thither on campus adornment.

Do not bear these elements of jargon in contempt, sweet patrons of surrounding tidings. What befalls our University tongue, dear colleagues, is but a consequence of immolation towards a syzygy of hindrance of autochthonous implication and an onset of pristine notions. And so I pronounce Trinity Western jargon-free.