Flatpack university
The University of Doom is running out of space. Not just for its library books, which continue to laugh at all vain attempts to get the collection to fit on shelves, but for its students, for living space and teaching space. The library situation is being addressed, in the form of a swanky new Learning Resource Centre which will be built, eventually, on the present site of an ugly concrete monstrosity of an office building from the mid 20th century. This being an old town with more History than you could shake any number of sticks at, this will involve an archaeological dig at the site before reconstruction begins, and the destruction of the building is already behind schedule, so it is most definitely the ‘mythical new learning centre’.
The students are a rather more tricky proposition. A large herd of them has been stabled in accommodation belonging to one or other of the London universities, which randomly has a satellite site in a small town which is only three stops away on the train. Free transport is provided (in horseboxes for all I know) and I’m sure that every effort is being made to ensure that these youngsters don’t feel too cut off from the rest of the student body. A series of e-mails also came the way of all staff of the University, imploring us to offer any accommodation we could in return for a farthing or two. Sadly, given that my house is (due to a mad conversion project, transforming it from a dental practice to a shared home) mostly a large pile of boxes with a few beds hidden here and there, I didn’t feel I could help in this matter.
Teaching accommodation is also at a premium. Local residents have been remarking for years that we seem to be buying up half the property in the city, and it is true that our logo appears on a wonderfully random selection of buildings and we may well rival the cathedral for ‘most property owned’. But no matter how much the University buys, it never seems to be enough. Particularly when a new room bookings software package is purchased and then throws a wobbly, hiding bookings under the sofa and behind the fridge every so often. And so, this week, the University of Doom has begun the wonderful process of dealing with the problem. Temporarily.
A fleet of flat-bed lorries has been making its way through the twisty turny streets with the shells of mobile classrooms on their backs. Fantastically air-conditioned, as they have no side walls, these have been winched by crane over the flint walls that surround the campus and moved into position. However, it was observed on Friday that there seemed to be far more mobile classrooms arriving than could possibly fit in the two places which have been set aside for them – the back of the student support services building and the tennis courts. No, no more tennis for anyone – I’m sure the Sports Sciences department doesn’t mind. Even assuming that side walls are going to arrive for these classrooms, what are they going to do with them? Pile them up on top of each other and allow access via rope ladder? Float one on the pond? Set up an outpost in the neighbouring prison’s exercise yard? The mind boggles. The Head of Library Services suggested that it looked like they were setting up a very large-scale game of Jenga.
The University, needless to say, seems to have been surprised by this space crisis, as one assumes it would have been more useful to address the issue in August. The cause seems to be a mystery as well. Not to library staff, though. We spotted a slight clue in the most recent staff newsletter. “Record student numbers recruited.” I think that may have something to do with it…
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