Dear younger and naïve Karabo
First year was the year you became legal, the year most of your friends back home in Pretoria said was to be the beginning of the never ending party. Funny, at varsity it could be like that if you do not watch yourself. One thing though that really got to you was ‘the first year spread’- okay well the opposite of the spread that is. The way people went on about it was just unnecessary hype. When you got to varsity you learned one thing pretty fast- every thing tends to happen in extremes and finding the middle ground is difficult. The parties are endless, the alcohol flows like water, and the readings are so long you would think that the lectures had a conspiracy against students reading all their readings.
So after going through all this you still expecting and trying to stop a ‘natural’ body make- over- when it hits you that instead of having more of yourself to see there is lesser of you. Then when you were asked about it you figured it was because you were assigned a residence in Kimberly Hall also known as the hill or at least that was the story that you told everyone when you got home during vacation. What could one expect to happen with all the walking you did?
As the year went by it persisted and you found yourself wondering what was wrong with you when other were comparing the kilos they had gained. Getting thinner could have been a sign of an eating disorder, high levels of stress or maybe a serious case of homesickness. People don’t tell you about all the opposite side the first year spread when you leave, it is almost none existent. You do every thing that those that are spreading do but yet you don’t spread. If something had been said before hand about this then you would have not been harbouring fear of a silent slow death or maybe a tapeworm( after that episode of Oprah with Dr OZ holding the 1 meter worm, you never know).
So my girl it is like I told you at the beginning, it is either you gain it all or you loose it all, it is up to you to find a proper middle ground.
For your reading pleasure, from your older and maybe wiser self.
First year was the year you became legal, the year most of your friends back home in Pretoria said was to be the beginning of the never ending party. Funny, at varsity it could be like that if you do not watch yourself. One thing though that really got to you was ‘the first year spread’- okay well the opposite of the spread that is. The way people went on about it was just unnecessary hype. When you got to varsity you learned one thing pretty fast- every thing tends to happen in extremes and finding the middle ground is difficult. The parties are endless, the alcohol flows like water, and the readings are so long you would think that the lectures had a conspiracy against students reading all their readings.
So after going through all this you still expecting and trying to stop a ‘natural’ body make- over- when it hits you that instead of having more of yourself to see there is lesser of you. Then when you were asked about it you figured it was because you were assigned a residence in Kimberly Hall also known as the hill or at least that was the story that you told everyone when you got home during vacation. What could one expect to happen with all the walking you did?
As the year went by it persisted and you found yourself wondering what was wrong with you when other were comparing the kilos they had gained. Getting thinner could have been a sign of an eating disorder, high levels of stress or maybe a serious case of homesickness. People don’t tell you about all the opposite side the first year spread when you leave, it is almost none existent. You do every thing that those that are spreading do but yet you don’t spread. If something had been said before hand about this then you would have not been harbouring fear of a silent slow death or maybe a tapeworm( after that episode of Oprah with Dr OZ holding the 1 meter worm, you never know).
So my girl it is like I told you at the beginning, it is either you gain it all or you loose it all, it is up to you to find a proper middle ground.
For your reading pleasure, from your older and maybe wiser self.
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