The night is still, in the upper Observatory area, save for the dog from across the road who barks at every inanimate and animate object. The night guard should be on patrol, but I'm guessing the crisp of a Cape Town winters night has made him succumb to his shed.This would not be the case had the weekend night guard been on duty,much like the Stig, some say he was Bruce Wayne in a past life, all we know is that he is indeed named Bruce!!! Aha, a lame joke, blame it on the tiredness, right ? I do feel this mystery man who guards the front of Devon Place and is feared by all who cross his path deserves a blog post, but that's for another time.
Some of you might interpret this nightly composition as an indication that I have too much time on my hands, yet this cannot be further from the truth, as exam season is well and truly upon us. By "us", I am referring to that crop of students who possess a light superiority complex brought on by there title of "UCT students|. "Come to UCT", I was told, "Africa's number 1 higher education facility". Well, that's exactly what I did, and one trip later to the mens bathroom and the array of male genitalia graffiti was proof that a "higher education" is not based higher brain power for some. Despite the public perception, which to many Durbanites who think that a degree from UCT involves endless days on Camps Bay and daily trips up Table Mountain, life as a student can be demanding. Conversely, if you want to have a jol as opposed to study, you might as well do it in a place with a pretty insane view. Sadly, you actually do have to pay more for the view, with fees that would not be unrealistic when attending a private school. However, that would be more picturesque than the UDW cafeteria or the parking lot, this on the assumption of where people of that institution relax.
Ironically, this is the time of year (exam season) when the season finale of series, sports fixtures and movie premieres all seem to conglomerate, as if the powers that rule plot to disrupt students and fuel the constant need for distraction. I won't go into depths with series finales for fear of throwing out some spoiler alerts, but the sport and movie scene add weight to my argument. The final round of league football, the Champions League Final, Super Rugby every weekend and even a pending British and Irish Lions tour all awaits the eager beaver of a sports fan ! For the woman folk, or less testosterone inclined, Leonardo Di Caprio is stealing hearts (in cinemas) and married woman in his latest role as Jay Gatsby. The South African craze fuelled by the fact that its (a) Leonardo Di Caprio and (b) based on the set book, "The Great Gatsby" that has been utilised by the Department of Education since Leo died in Titanic! Even the IPL has reach boiling-point with the play-offs...( The part about the IPL was a stupidity test, if you nodded in agreement, kindly apply that head motion on a wall !)
As my verbal diarrhoea seems to be fading, and my contact lenses becoming irritable, my midnight ramblings can be concluded by my major thoughts for the week. As much as my hand loses all sense of touch after a marathon Accounting session or I tear out my hair at the prospect of having to digest large amounts of information, I wouldn't trade my place for a second. The hours are long at times and the thought of a cold, rainy and miserable Cape morning would deter most determined souls, but whats reward without strife, results without sweat and success without sacrifice...
Flip.
Outdid myself with that conclusion.
Over and out.
I swear you are talented in the art of language. I'd say continue ��
ReplyDeleteThis UCT superiority complex though :') At least we have Halaal take-outs in our cafeteria.
ReplyDeleteThis so stupid.
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