One might liken the nine or so months of UNISA’s accounting honours to being pillaged by ruthless criminals continuously in a fiery pit, and one would be spot on. However the frightful wait for results and the prayers for a miraculous pass still hang in the air like a bad odour. It’s been over a week since the final blow in the epic beating that the final exams distributed, and only now are my senses beginning to awaken with my creative mind stirring from its slumber.
The last week however has brought news that has shaken the world and revealed the stupidity on which it lies.
Steve Job’s death was a terrible blow on my joyous first day of holiday. I find myself saddened by a man’s death whom I never knew, but who I’ve watched with admiration since the launch of the iPhone. The only Apple products I’ve had the privilege of owning are iPods, all of which were gifts. I’m oddly obsessed with a company whose products I can’t afford, but who can blame me when the shiny Apple logo mesmerises my battered mind?
Then of course there’s the disgusting episode with Blackberry’s RIM. Not disgusting because of what happened, but disgusting because of how people reacted. With the internet service down loud morning and gnashing of teeth ensued on social networks everywhere. Really, we should have all been rejoicing that the evil technology monster that has consumed our lives was injured. Instead people everywhere jumped onto those strange computer things and wailed at the loss of their so called social lives.
This also allowed the opportunity for technophobes everywhere to jump on the band wagon and whack each other with a proverbial I told you so stick. As if they themselves created the products they mindlessly worship, the all out war for who has the better product had a douse of fuel added to its fire.
With an entire month at my finger tips I plan to march on with making great videos and then begging people to watch them. How fascinating we humans are that we need constant praise from our peers. By the way, if you just read this, you must be extremely good looking. I’m going to go look at myself in the mirror, you have yourself a good day.
That’s right, you’re not alone. I too am an expert procrastinator when it comes to studying those boring subjects. The cool subjects are always easy. You already know most of the stuff because it was interesting enough to keep your attention in class. The boring ones aren’t so easy, and when you’re doing your honours in accounting it’s verging impossible.
2010. The hideous beast of a rollercoaster has past, but it has left its mark. Growing as a person seems to have become compulsory somewhere along the line, and this year is no exception. People say you grow through hard times, they’re right. You do. You are forced to. I find it increasingly difficult to claim that I have gone through hard times when I know I am blessed. I have wealth. Not just financially, but spiritually, in friendships and in family. There is much to be thankful for. So when I talk of hardship I talk of finding one’s place in this world, something which each one of us must do.
I never used to understand why people said life was complicated. To me, it seemed very simple. Wake up, go to school, learn, see friends, have fun, play sport, go home to family, sleep and repeat.
