A matter of degree

"You may find our prospectus a little different," said Miss Snippet, leading the way along a gravelled path between manicured lawns.
"Ah, I wasn't able to find the prospectus at all," said Hannah, hurrying to keep up. Her high-heeled boots crunched on the gravel, and she worried about the damage it was doing to her patent leather soles. "Whenever I tried to download it, the system would accuse me of being a 'stoolie'. What is a stoolie?"
"I think it's short for stool-pigeon," said Miss Snippet stopping. She turned and looked Hannah up and down, as though fitting her for a coffin. "Have you had your security interview yet?"
"Yes!" Hannah's face flushed as she remembered it. "And they were rude! They made me undress…."
"They should have strip-searched you, retina-scanned you, and done a number of background checks."
"Well… yes! And I think some of those checks were personally invasive."
"Amnesty Internation has a pending lawsuit on the nature of some of them," Miss Snippet conceded in a tone that suggested that were she ever to meet an AI member she'd be having words with them, "but to date they're all mostly legal."
"But are they necessary? This is a university, not Fort Knox!"
"Oh, I don't' think Fort Knox takes security as seriously as we do, Miss Jones." Miss Snippet gazed at Hannah for just a little too long, then turned away and started walking again. "The prospectus contains a number of courses that aren't traditionally offered by universities anywhere. If what you want is a degree in meth, for example, this is where you would come. If we would accept you."
"Meth?"
"Methamphetamine production. We've trained some of the world's best chemists, you know."
"But I just wanted to do English Literatu--"
"No!" Miss Snippet walked under an archway, turned slightly to her left and held a door open. "You did not want a degree in English Lit., or you wouldn't be here. You're application form was masterfully written, and the head of your department suspects that you don't even know yourself why you're here."
"But I don't!"
"You're here, Miss Jones, to learn to be a killer."