The Student Life – part 5: The Cultural Shock

I can’t count how many times I had been told by my family and friends before coming to university that I was going to have to undergo an enormous transition as I adjust to living with people of so many different backgrounds and beliefs. They were right, but they were also wrong. Let me explain.  Continue reading

The Student Life – part 4: Finding My Niche

Everyone has that one weird habit, hobby or interest that they don’t really want anyone to know about. Maybe it’s something innocent, like your 3000-card Yu-Gi-Oh collection that you told everyone you threw out but still have hidden in your cupboard; or it could be something more taboo, like the weird kind of porn you don’t want anyone to know you watch. Whatever it may be, we all have an aspect of ourselves that we keep veiled from the general public for fear of judgement or ridicule. This is the story of how I decided to share something with the guys in Wilgenhof that I had never shared before. Continue reading

The Student Life – part 3: Coming Out

I don’t know if you’ve ever had to tell someone a secret. And I don’t mean a “Ramsay-Bolton-is-actually-my-favourite-character” kind of secret; I mean a “I-killed-your-dog-and-ate-its-corpse” kind of secret. Whether you have or you haven’t, imagine telling that secret not to one or two friends, but to 70 other guys you’ve known for barely a week.


It’s so hard… to follow instructions.

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The Student Life – part 2: Moving Into Res

This might be a long post. I apologize in advance.

Discovering Wilgenhof

Wilgenhof Manskoshuis (Wilgenhof Men’s Residence, for the non-Afrikaans folk). My new home. To be honest, I was a bit daunted at first. I had only been in Stellenbosch (a town outside of Cape Town with a very rich history, where SU and Wilgenhof are situated) once before in my life. My opinion of Stellenbosch – and all its male residences, not just Wilgenhof – was that they were filled with these ultra-macho, rugby-playing, beer-drinking, rich, daddy’s boys. Also, I was bullied into believing that this place is super racist; that anyone who isn’t white is just a lesser person. So when I pulled into the parking lot of Wilgenhof Manskoshuis, with all my belongings stuffed into a suitcase and a few bags, ready to start a new journey, I was scared shitless. Continue reading

The Student Life – part 1: What to study?

As you can see from the title, I’m planning on making this a multi-part series. People are generally okay with reading, as long as the piece is kept nice and short. I wouldn’t wanna post a 3000 word essay on here only to have people close this tab with a discontented sigh after 1000 words.

What do I study?

Okay, for some, I understand, coming to university was the logical next step in their life. You know: Primary School, High School, maybe a gap year, and then uni. They never questioned whether or not they’d be here; they just knew. For me, it was slightly different.

There were some things that happened in my late high school career (that story is better left for another night, when my wine glass has been emptied and lack of sleep evaporates all inhibition) that left me contemplating my future. I come from a not-so-well off family, so finances was always the big troll that popped out from under the bridge whenever I tried to consider crossing over from High School to uni. Once I’d been assured that there were, in fact, many bursaries available to “people of colour” *cringe*, I considered the next hurdle that needed to be faced: what to study? Continue reading