Somewhere, the arbitrary student of the arbitrary university opens his little gummy eyes one morning, and thuds down in front of his computer. And after logging in, what greets him is a message in the educational administration system. A message, that crookedly infiltrates his private space, and demands immediate answers, declarations, and forming of opinions from him.
After the first dismay has worn off, poor Arbitrary Student is faced with a decision. Should he fill out the form, or not fill out the form? After all, the time it takes to fill it out is almost 10 minutes, which seroiusly stresses his clicking musles that are already overused. So most of them give in immediately.
Some start out on the heroic quest, but with little success. When suddenly, the flood of questions seems to be endless (for some, this point comes after the second, for some, after many), they get fed up with giving out points on a 10-level scale, the textual explanation of the points, the boring repetitive questions, and everything in general.
Let's not talk about what unbelievably important other activitites draw aside the time from here, that's a completely different topic. The gist of the matter is not this. Its about the students who scrape through the deadly rifle-pit wrapped in barbed wire of the questionnaire, and reach a question like "How righteous was the grading method of the professor in your opinion?" or "How would you grade the overall activity of the professor?" or "How reliable is the professor in your opinion?".
These are totally different questions - well, for the majority. But if Arbitrary Student happens to be a member of the group of chronic responsibility shifters, then we have arrived at the origin, alpha and omega, which bundles up all these questions into one big, happy family, into an unseparable union. Namely, something like this will be the answer to all of them:
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