Self-Parody Alert: California Colleges Step Up Efforts to Help Students in Mental Distress

Posted by on Nov 10, 2015 at 8:48 am

With all the nonsense going on at the University of Missouri and Yale University, it seems like we have a collective mental disorder afflicting Generation Snowflake.

Signs of distress could be a sudden decline in the quality of work or grades; weight gain or loss; and hangovers or smelling of alcohol. Panicked reactions and apathy could be signs of psychological issues, and unprovoked anger and direct threats could indicate an immediate safety risk.

The guidance is especially timely as violence has become all too common on colleges campuses, said Arturo Concepcion, a professor in the San Bernardino campus’ School of Computer Science and Engineering whose team of students and interns developed the mobile application. On Wednesday, four people were stabbed at UC Merced by a student who was later fatally shot by police.

“When students become depressed or stressed in life, someone — a faculty member, classmate or staff — will notice something is wrong,” said Concepcion, whose group is also developing a similar phone app for students.

Andrew Olson, a computer science engineering major who was an intern on the project, said the knowledge of how it would be used was daunting.

“I used to work in a coffee shop with a bunch of friends who are like family to me, so building this app was pretty insightful in the way I would want them to protect themselves or know what to do in some sort of emergency,” Olson said.

The initiative is partly funded by Proposition 63, the Mental Health Services Act approved by California voters in 2004 to expand such services through a 1% tax on incomes at or above $1 million.

Forget funding and studies, Kevin Williamson has diagnosed these mewling pussies.

I understand why the idiot children at Yale are so sensitive. Really, I do. I sometimes list in my mind all of the poor, suffering people who get a raw deal in this life, and Yale students are always right at the top, with the Bangladeshi orphans and women traded by sex traffickers in Vietnam. Yale isn’t a safe space, Congo isn’t a safe space — it all makes sense, as long as you don’t expect it to make sense.

No, genocide isn’t a joke. I’m sure that the women and children being raped to death by Boko Haram appreciate that the idiot children at Yale are making stern faces and pumping their fists. As for me, I think that they’re clowns, and worse than that, really: They’re bad citizens, and defective people from defective families. They aren’t motivated by good will, but by fear: of the dawning realization that they, as people, aren’t really all that important, despite having been told all their lives how important they are.

We’re all real sorry about your safe spaces and your pacifier and your stuffed puppy, Caitlyn. Really we are. Yet the perpetual revolution of configured stars continues in its indifference, and the lot of man is ceaseless labor, and though you may find the thought terrifying — and thinking itself terrifying — it may turn out to be the case that the screaming in the dark you do on campus is more or less the same screaming in the dark you did in the crib, the same howl for the same reason.

As a public service to the non-insane, the great Iowahawk has declared today #NationalOffendACollegeStudentDay: A sampling:

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