finals.
Today, I finished my academic life in Cape Town. Finals were more stressful at University of Cape Town without a doubt. At this “administratively challenging” school, in my first final, I folded over the corner of the paper in the wrong manor after I finished the exam, at my second exam, I went to the wrong room at first and ran to the correct room with one minute to spare. A student is not allowed to leave if he or she finishes the exam in the last 20 minutes of the time alotted, and there is an excessive amount of papers needed for signing, student numbers etc. Taking the test has been the easiest part.
University of Cape Town is a breathtaking academic environment. I am going to miss going to school on a Mountain, with ivy covered walls, fountains, the Rhodes memorial just a short hike away, with a view of the entire city at the shoreline. Not to mention, the school has the best muffins anyone will ever have. It almost takes away from the fact that it is very difficult to learn how to turn in a paper, pick up a graded paper, and conduct spellcheck with British spelling.
So now that I am finished at UCT, I have one week left to live it up in Cape Town, and boy, am I going to live it up.
university of cape town.
uct…american state school.
Yesterday was the infamous University of Cape Town Beach Braai. When searched for on YouTube, you receive a video result of scantily clad girl shakin’ it. Everyone says that it is the biggest UCT event of the year, and I could simply not miss it.
We drove almost an hour outside Cape Town to Silverstroom beach, because apparently UCT has been kicked off all other closer beaches because of happenings at previous beach braais. Our minibus pulled into the parking lot of the beach, and there were tons of cars set up, tailgating the beach braai. People running around with handles of Jack Daniels, urinating on the side of the road. It was soooo college.
In the beach braai, there were many grills set up with many many kgs of meat cooking, and many different DJs playing hip hop with people dancing around. On the beach, there were the stereotypical beach sports, volleyball soccer. And stereotypical college girls in bikinis and muscular men trying to win the girls attention.
We lounged in the sun, drank spiked juice, and hung out with our friends, so college, so great.
huge by choice.
Mavis and I have a new activity, which is going to the UCT gym in order to obtain cute bums and out-lift all of the muscle men there. We are usually the only two females at the gym, besides the girl that is half of the “gym couple” that gets some sort of satisfaction from their relationship by sweating among many other people. There are many gym regulars, and we are becoming them, because the other regulars get worried when they do not see us one day.
The regulars are plentiful and always entertaining to watch make funny faces when they lift heavy things. There is the gymnast that loves using the cute bum machine. There are the guys that have arm muscles larger than my head and compete who can lift more kgs than the other. There are the guys who have all the weight lifting accessories from gloves to belts. And my favourite, the guy that has a shirt that on the front says “UCT Gym.” On the back, it says “Huge by Choice.” We must obtain one of these shirts and cut off the sleeves for our bulging muscles. It is quite necessary.
We are working on conquering many weight lifting apparatuses, we have conquered many, our latest being the oblique machine, which is just quite fun to go back and fourth, and easy! We must get the lying down arm machine, because the fact that I thought that the pin that Mavis put on top of the single weight we were trying to lift but failed might be adding weight is kind of a sad story.
Today, we stole my roommate’s weight lifting gloves, and we plan to get some weight lifting belts with maybe some rhinestones on them that spell out some sweet nicknames that we have yet to determine. I will sure keep you updated on this front.
i am always at the club.
Call me old fashioned, but lately I have noticed that in Cape Town, everywhere I go, it feels like I am in a dance club.
During many lunch hours at the University of Cape Town, there is a stage set up outside of Jameson hall, with music, dancing, contests, free items. At least one lunch hour a week, the club comes to UCT.
Students at UCT are all ready for the club. Now that spring is here, all the girls have taken it upon themselves to wear not only less clothing, but also “going out” outfits. Breasts, belly button rings and legs are all out in the open, probably making many professors feel very uncomfortable to teach in front of so many bare body parts.
Outside UCT, down main road, the minibuses are pumpin.’ All the way to my various community service sites, I listen to the latest hip-hop jams set on high volume, while the mini-bus driver shakes his breaks to the beat.
So no longer do I need to go to Chrome, the trendy clubs come to me where ever I go, whether I like it or not, I always gotta be ready to dance.
my own jammie drama.
Katy and I began our journey that involved many many different Jammie shuttles after a nice afternoon of piercing and margaritas, like every afternoon should be. We hop on the shuttle at the campus down town to return to upper campus then onto the Liesbeeck Gardens shuttle from there. As we were on the first shuttle, a noise started from underneath the bus. Could have sounded like a flat tire, but it more sounded like something was stuck to the bottom of the bus…perhaps a dead body or something, but don’t worry, it was not a dead body…
On the downtown campus, studies the drama students. On this first Jammie shuttle, was Katy, me, and the drama troupe, clad in all black, many of them with elaborate green eye make up. Quite stereotypical. Well, when the Jammie started making said noise, the drama kids became quite dramatic, naturally. I felt that we were on a comedy show all of the sudden, the token leader of the drama troupe came out of his seat, and vividly walked off the shuttle, shouting at everyone that it was going to blow up, more students followed in saying the news trucks are coming. If this had been the Liesbeeck shuttle, nobody would have said a word, and everyone would have had very angry faces. I would not want to be stuck on a broken Jammie with anybody else besides the drama kids.
We all got off the shuttle to see what was happening, and two of the drama kids started recording a news cast on one of the girls phones, “Here we are, thirty-five UCT students, trapped on the side of the road, nowhere to go…” After discussing the situation, another Jammie shuttle came to save the day and we continued on our Jammie journey.
