Proposed Teacher/Stuff quota system in BUET admission

Recently a buzz is going on about a quota proposal to BUET admission system. The two option proposal is to add 2% of `normal intake` seats or 10% of an all new `evening program` intake seats as a quota reserved for BUET teachers (if unused can be forwarded to `officers and other staff`).

I deliberately abstain from forwarding the opinion piece so you won't be affected by a particular view. May be you can just read the original proposal yourself and form an opinion of your own. (Please see the attachment)

Also, I neither verified the authority, nor the validity of this presented documents. So if we have a current faculty member in this list, please enlighten us.

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Thanks,
BB

'Try Not to Cry'

'Try Not to Cry'
(A song by Outlandish)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QpUC45vugdY


You, you’re not aware
That we’re aware
Of your despair
Don’t show your tears
To your oppressor
Don’t show your tears

CHORUS:
Try not to cry little one
You’re not alone
I’ll stand by you
Try not to cry little one
My heart is your stone
I’ll throw with you

Isam:
‘Ayn Jalut where David slew Goliath
This very same place that we be at
Passing through the sands of times
This land’s been the victim of countless crimes
From Crusaders and Mongols
to the present aggression
Then the Franks, now even a crueller oppression
If these walls could speak,
imagine what would they say

For me in this path that I walk on
there's only one way
Bullets may kill, bones may break
Still I throw stones like David before me and I say

CHORUS

You, you’re not aware
That we’re aware
Of your despair
Your nightmares will end
This I promise, I promise

CHORUS

Lenny:
No llores, no pierdas la fe
La sed la calma el que haze
Agua de la arena
Y tu que te levantas con orgullo entre las piedras
Haz hecho mares de este polvo
Don’t cry, don’t lose faith
The one who made water come out of the sand
Is the one who quenches the thirst
And you who rise proud from between the stones
Have made oceans from this dust

Waqas:
I throw stones at my eyes
’cause for way too long they’ve been dry
Plus they see what they shouldn’t from oppressed babies to thighs
I throw stones at my tongue
’cause it should really keep its peace
I throw stones at my feet
’cause they stray and lead to defeat
A couple of big ones at my heart
’cause the thing is freezing cold
But my nafs is still alive
and kicking unstoppable and on a roll
I throw bricks at the devil so I’ll be sure to hit him
But first at the man in the mirror
so I can chase out the venom

Isam:
Hmm, a little boy shot in the head
Just another kid sent out to get some bread
Not the first murder nor the last
Again and again a repetition of the past
Since the very first day same story
Young ones, old ones, some glory
How can it be, has the whole world turned blind?
Or is it just ’cause it’s only affecting my kind?!
If these walls could speak,
imagine what would they say
For me in this path that I walk on
there’s only one way
Bullets may kill, bones may break
Still I throw stones like David before me and I say

CHORUS

lyrics: Isam Bachiri, Waqas Qadri, R. Lenny Martinez, Sami Yusuf, Bara Kherigi & Omar Shah