Friday, September 26, 2008

Excited!

Ok, building off the last post--

I'm excited to go back to school! I mean, really excited. Finally doing what I want to do!

I've realized that sometimes, when you've dealt with so many painful situations, there's the danger of becoming so used to those situations, that you never really let yourself enjoy the good things in your life. The yoke has already been unlocked, and yet you can still be carrying it around your neck because you don't think you deserve to be happy. But the past is the past for a reason--it's over and done! It doesn't have to dictate who you are or who you will be. If God opened the door, why are you still standing outside?! Go in, take your shoes off and relax! Like mom always said, you can be bitter, or you can be better.

And I'm so much more prepared. This time around, there's a much smaller chance of the financial problems I had previously with school creeping back up again. This time around, I'm better prepared to handle the stresses of an academic, social, and working life. I've learned how to properly manage my time, and when to say no and spend the night in doing work instead. I know how to deal with crazy roommates. I know that all nighters make you look more worn out than a Ford Pinto and should be avoided at all costs (the last time I did that, by 6 AM I was typing and dozing off at the same time and drooling onto the keyboard; not cool, especially when you're in a computer lab). I know that sleeping in too long on Sunday mornings cuts down on available study time. I know the importance of saving money, especially when in college. I know what works and what doesn't work in a dorm room setting (desktop computers are the devil), and I know how to organize and pack things efficiently. I've been able to use this time off to sharpen my cooking and food shopping skills, so that I can make cheap, healthy meals on my own and avoid meal plan costs (and I can even entertain!). I know what type of "friends" to avoid, and what kind of friends to keep, how to handle different situations as an adult, and I know I'm mature enough to let the drama-prone chicken heads do their clucking far, far away from me!

And I'm excited to able to stretch my academic and intellectual muscles again! It's been too long!

And besides, Cape Town is gorgeous!




Listen: "Encourage Yourself" - Donald Lawrence & the Tri-City Singers

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Dilemma.


So I got a job. And I got into the University of Cape Town, rated to be the best on the continent..

My problem is this: I'd love to go to school now, but who's going to pay for it? I don't have much money, and my dad's planning on retiring very soon, so any contributions he would be able to make would be minimal. There are scholarships and grants which I'm definitely applying for, but they might not cover all expenses. I can get loans, of course. Contributions would be great lol, but it's unfair of me to expect them, and thus unwise to plan on receiving them.

Or I could work for a few years. But then I'd be even more years behind as far as education. By the time I would return, the price would have gone up even more. (But then I will have had enough time to establish a good credit rating and get a good interest rate.) I'll also have some money saved up by then, but will I really want to return to school full time, at, say, 25? Then again, why not? My sister's done it and is doing well. I know I can make it work, but still...

OR I could work while in school, which might be the best option. That way I'd be making money, hopefully enough to defray loan repayments; building good credit, gaining practical workplace experience (especially if I'm doing a paid internship), and accomplishing two of my goals at once. (As I'm writing this I'm realizing that A) this is most likely my best option and B) writing helps me answer my own questions haha.)

I also want a car, and I'd have to finance it myself, but then again first year students aren't allowed to have cars on campus. I could just get a really cheap car, and find a secure place to park it near campus, but then there's the risk of high maintenance costs associated with owning an older car.

Things to think about...

What about you? How did you juggle your education and the rest of your life?



Listen - "Listen" - Beyoncé


Friday, September 19, 2008

Flying Cars

My dad told this funny story the other day; not sure if it's true, but it's hilarious.

Most people get trackers installed in their cars so that, in the event of theft, the car can be located.

Some poor guy--let's call him Joe--got his car stolen by some group of professional thieves. He was at home at the time of the theft. Apparently, the theives loaded the car into some sort of frieght plane or helicopter and took off, intending to resell/disassemble it in another country.

The tracking company, vigilant as ever, noticed that the car was traveling at an unusually high speed, and proceeded to call Joe to see what was going on.

Can you imagine the conversation?

"Hello?"
"Hello, this is Adam with ABC Tracking Services, am I speaking to Joe?"
"Yes..."
"Joe, we noticed some unusual activity with your vehicle, registration number mw3 h46 GP."
"What kind of activity?"
"Well sir, our system shows your car as having a current speed of over 600 miles per hour.....what's going on?"
"WHAT?! What are you talking about?!"
"Sir, our computers show that your car is currently travelling at over 600 miles per hour! May I ask exactly WHAT you are doing, or WHERE you are going?!"

Poor Joe, and hopefully he was able to get his car back, but HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !

A Day in the Life, Pt. 2


Transportation

Today, we’ll be looking at how people get around down here. Aviation and rail travel are pretty standard worldwide, so I won’t cover those here; instead I’ll be concentrating mainly on road traffic.


Like many other countries in the world, the rule of the South African road is to drive on the left hand side of the road. Coming from the States or another place where drivers keep right, it can be quite jarring to keep left. When I first got here, riding in the car was a bit scary: I’d be looking out the side window, admiring the scenery, and then happen to glance back at the road in shock and fear and think, “omg OMG OMG we are going to hit someone!!!! What is going on?!?!” It takes a bit of mental adjustment and practice, but soon you realize that almost everything is a mirror-image to what you would do in the US. Since I’ve been here, I’ve gotten more used to it, but every now and then I’ll have a moment of panic until I remember where I am. One thing working in my favor is that I didn’t do a lot of driving in the States, so I should be able to adjust with minimal issues.


One part of this left-side driving that isn’t as obvious—but definitely deserves to be mentioned because the adjustment one must make in this case is almost more difficult than driving the car--is crossing the street.


We all learn the proper procedure for crossing the street at a young age. I used to walk home from school with my sister from as early as first grade, and by age eight I was walking myself to and from school every day. So the practice of looking a certain way before crossing has been practically etched in my brain for years.


When you want to cross a US street, you’ll follow a Left-Right-Left procedure:

(Like my artwork?)















Makes sense, right? Easy enough. I’ve been doing this for years.


Which is what makes it that much harder to cross the street in a country where the roads are reversed. Instead of Left-Right-Left, I now have to program myself to look Right-Left-Right. Let me tell you, it’s a lot harder than it sounds. I’ve had at least 10 experiences by now where I’ve almost been hit crossing the street, and I actually got mad at the oncoming traffic because they were on the “wrong” side of the road. Then the realization that the driver is, in fact, correct, kicks in, and I feel more stupid than a box of hair.



Another fun part of driving down here is the abundance of things to hit! There’s the obvious—animals, who, in their minds, basically own the entire country, including the roads. They don’t care how fast you’re going or how loud you honk—if they want to be in your way, they will be in your way. Oh, and if they want to hit you, they will.


Then there are the more scary obstacles. You’ll often find street vendors standing in the middle of the road selling their wares. They often walk in between lanes while there is moving traffic, which is really quite dangerous. It’s easy for them to get hit—I wonder what in the world they do when there are large trucks coming. Scary!


Then there are the motorcycles. In normal traffic, they ride within lanes, just like any other motor vehicle. But when traffic is heavy, especially around rush hour, cyclists often ride the dividing lines, in between other cars, because, well, they can fit. It’s not uncommon to be stuck in traffic and see a motorcycle whizzing by, darting in between cars. This is VERY dangerous though, since people often change lanes in stop and go traffic; you’re more inclined to look for a slow-moving car in your blind spot than you are a speeding motorcycle. I don’t even want to think about what would happen if a car and a bike moving like this were to collide. I understand the cool-factor of a motorcycle, but I am very happy in my four-wheeled cocoon, thank you very much. On a bike, if somebody hits you, they hit you, not just the bike. At least in a car, there are a few crumple zones and airbags to cushion the blow.



And now, the cars themselves. The interior is, of course, something to get used to, as the cars here are right-hand drive: (And every now and then, I'll head to the wrong side of the car)


The strange thing is, the only thing that’s really right-justified is the steering wheel, driver’s seat, and instrument panel. For instance, in the this picture, the volume knob is still on the left hand side of the radio, which is nice if you’re in a left-hand drive car, because you can quickly adjust the volume. To me, in a right-hand drive car, this should be reversed, so that you don’t have to reach so far to adjust the volume. But it’s not! Also, the layout of the pedals is exactly the same, no matter which side of the car the steering is on, which is nice, because it makes it easier to operate a car no matter what country you’re in. And, in cars with manual transmissions, the shift layout pattern is exactly the same, which to me is a bit awkward, having to reach all the way over to the left to put it into first gear. But again, knowing that the gears are placed exactly the same eases the transition from right- to left-hand drive, and I’m sure that it reduces manufacturing costs as well.


There are a few differences in the way cars look, too. Auto companies often make different variants of their cars for different markets. Not all companies do this, apparently (most European cars—Porsche, VW, Audi, BMW, Mercedes, and others—are the same no matter where you are), but it’s kind of funny to spot the differences:




2008 Ford Focus (US)








2008 Ford Focus (SA-which looks a lot better if you ask me.)




Another example: General Motors is a worldwide company, but here, you’ll only find a few Chevrolets; most of them (as well as Saturns, Pontiacs, and Saabs) are instead branded as Opels or Vauxhalls.







Then there are some companies that offer models that aren’t available in the US:


Mercedes-Benz A-Class









And then there are auto companies that don’t presently sell in the US:

-Renault, Alfa Romeo, Fiat, Peugot: they used to sell in the US market, and apparently are considering returning in the near future. (Good luck, y’all, cuz some of your cars are not cute!)

-Daihatsu

-Ssangyong

-Proton

-Seat


As a lifelong auto enthusiast, it’s funny for me to see a car and think, “WHAT is that?!” Sometimes it’s a good funny, but sometimes the cars are just plain ugly.


Ugly enough that I’d rather ride an elephant.



Maybe that day will come soon?



Listen: Joss Stone - "Don't Cha Wanna Ride"

Thursday, September 4, 2008

A Day in the Life, Part 1


I'm so BORING sometimes!


I know, I know; you're probably laughing by now. Me? Boring? I seriously had a hard time typing that with a straight face.

What I'm trying to say is that I'm taking a break from writing about myself. Not that that's a bad thing, but one can't spend all of their time looking in the mirror.

I often get asked some variation of the question, "What's life in America like?" But how in the world do you answer a question like that? Is there a conceivable way to quickly summarize a culture? I think not. I usually end up asking people to inquire about something specific, because specific questions are much easier to answer.

In the same vein, I imagine that some of you might have the same question about South Africa. The rest of the world doesn't get to hear/see much about Africa, except for the more dramatic parts (poverty, wild animals, horrible wars, HIV, etc.). So, I'm hoping that the next few posts will help to enlighten you somewhat about life in South Africa.

DISCLAIMER: The observations/comments in the next few posts are made from the perspective of someone who's just moved here. Since I've only been here for about three months, there's obviously no way I can possibly explain the inner psyche of a society, and any gerneralizations I may make are strictly superficial. I still have a lot to learn about the nation's history and people's attitudes in respect to certain issues. This is only meant as a casual, sort of beginner's guide to highlight differences between South African and US daily life. If you're interested, please feel free to comment/email for further discussion. And as always, thanks for reading.

So, part one: Language

As I mentioned in a previous post, there are 11 official languages in this country (do a Wikipedia search for South Africa if you don't believe me, but you should also do the search because at the moment I don't care enough to look up how to spell each language correctly, and if you haven't noticed, that's important to me). THANKFULLY, English is the one language that everybody speaks; while you will probably see a few different translations (on street signs or application forms, for instance), English seems to be the standard for businesses and government institutions.

Which is nice of course, but there are a couple hiccups that an American in transition, like myself, would face, mainly in spelling and vocabulary. For the most part, English vocabulary here matches that of real, British English. So here's a list of everyday terms/phrases/idioms/ along with their SA (South African) equivalents ( this is also what's called a list of lexical differences [who needs the Discovery Channel? Learn with me!]):

USA terms => SA terms

gas = petrol
elevator= lift
traffic light = robot (though this can also refer to actual robots)
the letter "z" = the letter "z;" but it's pronounced "zed." Apparently, this is the way students are taught to pronounce this letter, which if you think about it makes sense--this way the chance of getting it confused with "c," "e," or any other similar-sounding letter is greatly reduced.
barbecue = braai (This refers to the activity of barbecuing/cooking out. In this case, the word "barbecue" refers to a seasoning, sauce, or flavor.)
ketchup= tomato sauce
napkin = servillet (pronounced ser-vee-yet; not unlike Spanish or other Romantic languages. In this case, the word "napkin" refers to a baby's diaper, so if you're at a restaurant you'd better be sure you're asking for the right thing.)
doughnuts = fat cakes (Definitely makes me want to eat less of these!)
water (anyone in PA knows it's pronounced "wooder") = waTer (with a hard "t")
light bulbs = globes
bag (such as those used for packaging food items, like potatoes) = pocket (although a pants pocket is still called a pocket)
crazy (as in, "Things are crazy right now!" or, "That's crazy!") = hectic (not much of a difference, I know, but you when you're the only one saying "crazy," you notice it)
How are you?/What's up? = How'z it?
beef jerky = biltong
spicy sausage = boerewors
truck = van
pickup truck = bakkie
trunk (of a car) = boot
hood (of a car) = bonnet
call (as a verb) = phone ("I'll phone you later.")
pharmacist = chemist
French fries = chips (also refers to potato chips). Now you understand "fish and chips."
marijuana/weed/pot = dagga
apartment = flat
water heater = geyser
Really? = Is it?
jelly (such as grape) = jam (In this case, jelly refers to Jell-O or other gelatin desserts.)
minivan = kombi
high school diploma/senior year = "matric," short for matriculation certificate.
corn = miele/maize
cough medicine = muti
soon/later/in a while = now now
floppy disk = stiffy
flashlight = torch
cookies = biscuits
cupcake = cookie
soda = cool/cold drink
glove compartment = cubby hole
yuck = sies (sounds like "sis")
sneakers = takkies



Then there are the differnces in spelling, which, from my perspective as a former newspaper editor, are slightly irritating, but are slowly becoming second nature:

license = licence
realize = realise
specialize = specialise

Also, there are slight differences in the way words are emphasized; when I'm listening to talk radio, I'll often have to repeat the word quietly to myself to figure out what it was: STRAtegize will become straTEgise, and so on.


I'll add more examples of "funny" words as I come across them. Look for future updates in this series!


Listen: Louis Armstrong - "Let's Call the Whole Thing Off"