But I digress. Today I begin this blog to document the many weird and wonderful things that happen in the tiny Eastern Cape town of Grahamstown. For those of you who don't know it (and I have no doubt there are many of you), Grahamstown is the kind of town one would expect to find in a Stephen King novel. It's very small, it has the strangest weather patterns, and it is inhabited by a lot of old people with a tendency of trying to run you down.
To be fair, their homicidal tendencies may be justified. Grahamstown is also a student town, famous for one of the most beautiful universities in South Africa: Rhodes University. The students are known colloquially as Rhodents, and are sadly infamous for the amount of alcohol they drink (at this point, I would like to correct this belief: Rhodes ran an "Alcohol Awareness" campaign in 2010 that showed the majority of the students are not heavy drinkers. Many of the students have theorised that this rumour of heavy drinking came about because Rhodes is smaller than many other universities, and so the drinking students appear to be more condensed).
Yes I am a Rhodent, and proud to be one. I wear my purple and white colours with pride :) and so through this blog I hope to share the many experiences, stresses, ups, downs, parties, exam troubles and general excitement that accompanies the three years of the undergrad degree. To quote a sport-war-chant handed down through the generations:
"SEND YOUR KIDS TO RHODES!"Peace.
PS: Please take what I say with a pinch of salt. This is only opinion, not fact. Freedom of speech and all that jazz :)
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