first year spread.. a proven fact

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First Year Spread: Students are Susceptible to Significant Weight Gain in their First Year of Study
Students at Rhodes originate from a wide variety of homes with different lifestyles at their respective domiciles. It’s not easy for a many, if not any of them to adjust from their previously controlled, home or boarding school environments to the novel situation of university life. It is widely believed that new students gain a large amount of body mass in their first year of study, commonly known as “first year spread”. This view is especially held by second and third year students who claim to have experienced it for themselves, whether directly or indirectly. They often warn us to “...watch the way you eat because the spread will get you.”
I support the theory of first year spread, having observed, first hand the general eating habits of first year students, myself included. I have noticed many bumps and bulges that did not exist or were not apparent at the beginning of this year when every one was “fresh”.
What happens is that students arrive at Rhodes and all of a sudden have the liberty to do anything and every thing they wish; many acts which were considered “domestic treason in their original homes”. Free from the watchful and guiding eyes and hands of their parents and guardians, many students have completely revolutionised their lifestyles and particularly, in this case, their eating habits.
I have come across kids who are so amazed by their new found freedom, wielding shopping bags brimming with junk food; “...aagh, my mum would never let me eat between meals!” or “... we having chips and cake at movie night tonight, wanna come?” These eating patterns quickly turn into habits and students find themselves consuming kilograms of potato chips, litres of soda and trays of cookies in a matter of weeks. One look in the snacks isle in the local supermarket on a Friday night, reveals that the shelves are stripped of every ‘Simba” or ‘Lays’ foil-packet, leaving only one or two strays here and there.
Another factor is that a considerably large number of students tend to originate from low income homes where, they survived on one or two meals a day. They arrive at Rhodes and are greeted with a shockingly large amount of grub in the residence dining halls. I was once shocked by a boy leaving the dining hall with a whole loaf of Sasko white bread, the broad, victorious grin on his face was sufficient evidence that this loaf was to go down a single throat. I liken the dining hall to a watering hole where unsuspecting victims are snatched by the jaws of weight gain by predators like butter, French fries and southern fried chicken to name but a few. I sometimes imagine the mama at the counter saying “... would you like some eggs with your oil?”

High school is a very structured environment where the kids are forced to participate in physical activities in order to meet the required curriculum requirements. Rhodes however does not coerce or actively encourage any new students to join sporting activities or exercise programmes of any kind. Students prefer to laze about in the comfort of their rooms watching movies and series; “...the new season of gossip girl just came out; you won’t see me at net ball practice girlfriend.” Sport and exercise are seemingly activities reserved for students who are well informed about the importance of physical fitness, number of which is considerably minute.
In conclusion I support the theory of “first year spread” as it is evident that many of my colleagues myself included fall prey to the freedom.

It always boils down to ‘the game’…

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I just drove 170 kilometres from Hobson House to East London in an attempt to let a little bit of steam off the pressure cooker that has become my life. The 170 kilometres were no joke – I was held up by 'two stop-and-goes' for fifteen minutes each, almost knocked over three baby goats on three separate occasions and I am quite sure that I got a speeding fine. Upon arrival at the East London seaside my hair goes astray and I begin to resemble those fluffy baby goats I almost decapitated. Off to the Highlander it was; a local East London hotel bar that smells of stale smoke but serves the best cocktails. The Highlander is like the Moulin Rouge of East London, everybody goes there to wind down after a hectic week. The open deck looks onto a stunning view of the lagoon, something you would find at the back of a postcard and inhabits all types of strange people on a Friday evening. People are aged, on average, about 27 to 34 but despite their ages they seem to behave like children in a sandpit. It is like fate has brought all of these people together to pursue one common primitive goal – sex with the opposite sex.

I am sitting next to three men who are probably in their late thirties. They are drinking copious amounts of Castle Lager draughts and seem to be scrutinizing anything female that walks in. "Those are all legs hey!", one of them say a little too loudly for it to be subtle. "Do you think she's married?....oh F@*%k she is definitely married. What do you think of that one over there? Nice tits yaaaa", says a German type man on my left. Turns out, the other guy is an ex-Rhodian who was in Smuts nine years ago. Not much has changed…

I am wondering if the game is similar to the one we play when we are teenagers. Girls gossiping over coffee after school and running after a sexy victim to get a whiff of his cologne. After my twenty minute observation I realised that it is quite similar indeed. The only difference is that the coffee after school is substituted by 'Sex on the Beach' cocktails, very low blouses and the smell of cologne is replaced by the stench of cigarettes. "Do you want something more to drink?" the German type man asks me, catching me off guard. "No thank you – I'm ok", I respond amusingly. I wonder if he knows that I'm young enough to be his daughter.

I look at the girl sitting in the other side of the deck. She is promiscuously sipping on a pink cocktail through a double straw and she is duelling that puppy! She has put the mini cocktail umbrella in her hair, hoping to attract some male attention, I presume. I would compare it to the female version of the "peacocking" technique that the ugly looking guy with the bald hair wrote about in his book "The Game". A guy would basically wear something outrageous at a fancy bar – like a cowboy hat in order to attract the female's eye – how animal, how primitive, and how strange? It is a technique that guys think girls don't know about. She throws her blonde hair back and giggles at something that seems to be hilarious, but probably isn't. Across the table from her are another two blondes who think that smoking is as attractive as the white bellbottoms they wear. Then there is the odd hobo looking man who looks like his past got the better of him while he sips on whiskey and eventually starts slurring. The younger men wear hiking boots with little spikes on the edge and thinks that it's hot.

As I sip on my cocktail I remain convinced that the way we were in high school has not changed much at all. It always boils down to 'the game'…

The nerd comic

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The basic storyline of our comic is Gregory the biggest nerd you will ever meet heads off to Rhodes. Gregory gets lost, harassed by a jock and makes a fool of himself infront of the girl he likes. When all seems lost he meets a dodgy beggar who gives him a magical "lipice" which turns him into the coolest kid at Rhodes. Yeah he gets the girl and it's a happy ending :)










Have we all gone crazy?

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Hey my fellow friends of the Rhode.

Song of the day: Lithium- Nirvana

I was just wondering if anyone else has been totally messed up in the head by University. I don’t mean like you’ve gone crazy and see dead people, but like you question everything and nothing makes sense?

Have I officially fallen off the donkey driven cart and fallen into a gutter outside Rat? Let me try and explain this. I know this is a touchy subject that some people might get really angry about, but who the hell created this world? I used to just believe everything that people told me and never question where we came from or why we were here.

But oh so wonderful University (notice the sarcasm) has decided it wants me to be totally confused about what I believe. I know this may break some of your hearts, but there is no easter bunny, there is no tooth fairy and no man in a red suite is coming down our chimneys anytime soon (not that my residence has a chimney).

That just makes me think if all of those things aren’t real and we were made to believe they were, what else have we been made to believe is real which isn’t. Have we all been indoctrinated into believing all this capitalistic competitive junk? I mean seriously people treating their friends like enemies in Journalism because they want to get into Journ 2, isn’t my idea of happiness.

Yeah well I just wanted to know if anyone else is feeling as confused as I am and if anyone has some ideas for me. I think it’s bed time this late night thinking is too much for my medium sized brain to deal with.




Cya soon

Profile on Art Boy

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Somebody once said that you know someone is from East London because they are the only people who sit up straight at the lunch table. He said you could spot them from a mile away. Warren Canning, a first year Fine Art student, can be spotted from afar, but not because he has a good posture.

Warren sits opposite me on a warm, wooden table, sipping on a creamed cappuccino at Red Café - place he often comes to contemplate about his latest art project. “There is something about this place that isn’t like anything else in Grahamstown. There’s passion here,” he says as he takes his long hair between both palms and flicks it away from his face, something he does in between every other sip of coffee. Warren is six foot four, wears dark blue skinny jeans, converse all stars that are close to being completely wrecked, and a black cardigan with hand stitched red buttons, each in different colour cotton. People’s eyes follow him surreptitiously as his thin, lanky torso swims into the café. “It’s because my underwear is always sticking out, I’m tall and thin but I know they want me”, he says with a mischievous giggle on his face. His eyes seem to have a life of their own. They are the kind of eyes that you either know exactly what he is thinking about or you have no idea.
Warren came to Rhodes University with plans of doing a Bachelor of Science (Software Development) with hopes becoming something along the lines of Bill Gates meeting Microsoft. Warren had acquired knowledge of computer and programming development at Merrifield, his High School in East London. “I thought that a BSC in Software Development would allow me to express the creativity that I had developed at school. A few days before I was on my way to Rhodes I realized that I had very little understanding of what this course entailed.” This course is much more mathematically creative and allows for very little artistic vision. “Fine Art was for me”, Warren says, his blue eyes dancing as he stirs the last of coffee left in his mug.
Warren seems to have his head screwed on even if it is not with the conventional BCom nuts and bolts which have always seemed to be the best way to success. “I don’t need a degree to get me a job, a life, a wife, two kids and a suburban house. I thrive on using technology for graphic creations; I don’t want to be the one making the computer for people like me.”

When people ask Warren what he is going to be doing with his degree at the end of the day, he remembers the “invaluable” Careers Presentation made by Pete Wetmore during his first week at University. “I have chosen a degree and am developing my career. I have not chosen my career and developing my degree,” says Warren seriously, “I am doing what I love and wouldn’t give it up for anything.” During his free time Warren designs websites for a number of clients. He takes Computer Science as his second subject together with Fine Art. “Art has allowed me to develop myself in the areas that are me – a true development of something I trust will be great and full of both career and personal achievement.” Warrens parents have enduring support for his decision and have allowed him to follow what he believes will allow him to grow.

“Students must pursue what they love most. It is no their duty to fulfill their parents dreams,” says Warren as his broad shoulders slouch over the empty green mug.

duckin and divin the bullets of life

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You may have spotted him in a JMS 1 lecture you may have even stood in line with him at the kaif, or you may have walked past as if he were a ghost, but whether or not you saw him is not the issue, Athenkosi Matyalana is 17 year old first year who would much rather you noticed his writing.

He is from Queenstown which is in the eastern cape so he hasn’t had to move to far from home to refine his writing skills and one day with the help of his improved knowledge and brilliant word play be on CNN or writing for the New York times “I want to be a war journalist, it just so exciting” ducking and diving bullets in a war zone is something that interests him and his description of himself as a “N***A” is his way of making sure that I understand that before anything he is proud black man who understands his history and the role it played in him being where he currently is, his out there to be a success, at an age like 17 Athenkosi is mature beyond his age and he has slotted in well to the tough academic and social life that exists in university, well maybe not quite so well, “my social life is KAK” he says with a look of disappointment on his face. “I really want to start going out more” this is a part of the life that is vital to most students and Athi feels the need to start making noise socially.

He is definitely doing well in the academic side of student life, he hit the ground running with the marks, passing well and managing to attend most of his lectures this year, “you have to attend lectures man”. One of his proudest moments was when he got accepted to Rhodes having attended Funda high school which is based in a small township in Queenstown, most of the students who are at Rhodes university are from predominantly wealthy, ‘classy’ schools he is aware of this but it is not an issue “I haven’t had a problem relating to the boys respect is the one thing we share in common” even with this he finds the other students a little on the touchy side “some of these guys are a bit soft” he says this describing some of his fellow students here at Rhodes “they are so sensitive” a clear indication of a life that has been lived in relatively humble conditions, even his dress sense is very easy going not over the top, he is a simple guy who just wants to get his degree and start expressing himself before doing this though he will need to survive his first year at Rhodes, he is done this by using the following survival tips

The long Rhode profile

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“There are six billion people in the world, you are just but a number” says a face with large brown eyes full of intensity. This is Mandee Uku a survivor of a first year at Rhodes, a survivor of a first year of experiences and a survivor of a year of disappointments.

Mandee came to Rhodes because she had an “Oprah moment” and like Oprah she wanted to change the world and what better way to do that than by getting a Journalism degree from Rhodes University. However she was not prepared for the sudden freedom she was exposed to considering she lived a fairly sheltered life in Nelspruit with her loving and sometimes overprotective mother and father. “In high school I was abit of a lameo” she laughs a deep and uninhibited laugh as she explains her extra long skirt that she eventually convinced her mother to hem and her excellent top 10 marks.


She nearly didn’t make it to Rhodes as her father was positive his daughter was meant to be a lawyer, studying at Wits. However Wits did not have accommodation and her parents did not want their daughter stranded in the big city. Amanda got her wish and was off to Rhodes to become Oprah.

When she got to Rhodes things changed and between boys and crazy nights out things hit a low. Rumours are a dangerous thing Mandee explains, her words spew out over each as if they were in a rush to get to the dinning hall on time. Having this new social life meant that she was subject to some nasty and hurtful rumours about her love life.


Who did these people think they were assuming and divulging details of her dating life to the masses, when in reality all of these stories were false. She touches her elegantly braided hair that’s pulled back in a scrunchie when talking about her less than friendly boyfriend, who is now and ex-boyfriend after he partook in some rumours himself. Mandee throws her arms up in the air trying to explain the jealous nature of most of the girls that were spreading the rumours that made her lie in bed for days unable to move.

Things weren’t going Mandee’s way and the cherry on top were her less than satisfactory marks from the July exams. However she realised something when she was low and missing her mother and that was “you are unstoppable and no one can stop you but yourself”. Mandee loves her residence Dingemans, where she feels at home with the people and spends many a late night chatting to friends, sipping 2 minute noodles mixed with Melrose cheese.

Yes there are “6 billion people in the world and you are only a number but that just means you have to prove yourself, I wouldn’t change a thing,” Mandee announces giving a crooked smile. This is Mandee Uku a future multi million empire builder as she likes to say and one “opinionated, well rounded and sometimes rude” Rhodent.