Saturday, February 20, 2010
Longest. Day. Ever.
So I thought today would be a comfortable, pleasant day. I had planned on going to KirstenBosch Gardens with my friend from the NY, which seemed reasonable enough. At a fork in the trail after the more formal gardens were some options like "children's garden" and "useful plants garden," and also, "skeleton gorge."
Well, where did you think we would go? What we did find out was that skeleton gorge is really far away, and that after a while ( a really, really long time) we ended up AT THE TOP of Table Mountain! In shorts and sneakers. Up rickety ladders and chains.
What also seemed like a good idea was to follow the cable lift off in the distance and ride it back down. This also proved futile. It was not running.
So we had to hike back down, and spent a total of 6 hours (totally unprepared without even water or snack bars ) wandering Table Mountain in the sun.
I won't lie, it was actually pretty awesome. Photos tomorrow.
Well, where did you think we would go? What we did find out was that skeleton gorge is really far away, and that after a while ( a really, really long time) we ended up AT THE TOP of Table Mountain! In shorts and sneakers. Up rickety ladders and chains.
What also seemed like a good idea was to follow the cable lift off in the distance and ride it back down. This also proved futile. It was not running.
So we had to hike back down, and spent a total of 6 hours (totally unprepared without even water or snack bars ) wandering Table Mountain in the sun.
I won't lie, it was actually pretty awesome. Photos tomorrow.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Catching up
I'm sorry I've been neglecting to post. Once I was a little behind, it seemed to avalanche.
Here's a summary:
Before James and Andre got back, I was in the house with Thea, Kirsten, and Alex. There were no extra keys, so I got locked out a few times. While trying to walk Cavendish, the closest mall.That seemed like a swell idea; he came over, I opened the gate from inside and then closed the door.
Oh no....
The front door locks automatically, and the button to open the gate was inside!! Now we were stuck inside the gate and outside of the house.
I ran to the last road that I hadn't checked, and found Thea. Thank God. I used her gate opener to free us and brought it back to her.
At Cavendish, I managed to spend $14 through Skype for internet, and gave up on the day. The following days continued similarly.
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Registration was also a hassle.
I couldn't register until my US loan cleared, so I missed regular registration. When it cleared, I had to complete International Office Pre-Registration, then I had to go to registration late. Alas! They did not have my registration paper, and I had to visit the Humanities Faculty, who were unable to print another one. I was told to return the next day. I returned the next day to a hectic woman yelling that the faculty was closed to students that day. Ah, but I went passed her and saw the woman from the previous day anyway. They still could not print my sheet, but suddenly found it in the original pile anyway.
Ha.
Registration was a holy nightmare. I had to get permission of heads of departments to enter upper level courses. I met the head of the : French Dept, English Dept, Psychology Dept, Philosophy Dept, Mathematics Dept, Historical Studies Dept, Archeology Dept, Linguistics Dept, and almost the head of Statistical Sciences and Astronomy.
I registered for clashing courses. I registered again.
Business French IIIA was awful, and the instructor didn't seem to care that the one bookstore she asked to carry the book ordered far too few.
I went to Archeology and switched my major immediately. The Head of Archeology, and professor of my first course in it, was a very lovely woman. Always good to start off the semester by meeting interesting and intelligent people.
Here's a summary:
Before James and Andre got back, I was in the house with Thea, Kirsten, and Alex. There were no extra keys, so I got locked out a few times. While trying to walk Cavendish, the closest mall.That seemed like a swell idea; he came over, I opened the gate from inside and then closed the door.
Oh no....
The front door locks automatically, and the button to open the gate was inside!! Now we were stuck inside the gate and outside of the house.
I ran to the last road that I hadn't checked, and found Thea. Thank God. I used her gate opener to free us and brought it back to her.
At Cavendish, I managed to spend $14 through Skype for internet, and gave up on the day. The following days continued similarly.
--
Registration was also a hassle.
I couldn't register until my US loan cleared, so I missed regular registration. When it cleared, I had to complete International Office Pre-Registration, then I had to go to registration late. Alas! They did not have my registration paper, and I had to visit the Humanities Faculty, who were unable to print another one. I was told to return the next day. I returned the next day to a hectic woman yelling that the faculty was closed to students that day. Ah, but I went passed her and saw the woman from the previous day anyway. They still could not print my sheet, but suddenly found it in the original pile anyway.
Ha.
Registration was a holy nightmare. I had to get permission of heads of departments to enter upper level courses. I met the head of the : French Dept, English Dept, Psychology Dept, Philosophy Dept, Mathematics Dept, Historical Studies Dept, Archeology Dept, Linguistics Dept, and almost the head of Statistical Sciences and Astronomy.
I registered for clashing courses. I registered again.
Business French IIIA was awful, and the instructor didn't seem to care that the one bookstore she asked to carry the book ordered far too few.
I went to Archeology and switched my major immediately. The Head of Archeology, and professor of my first course in it, was a very lovely woman. Always good to start off the semester by meeting interesting and intelligent people.
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