My Life in Monash South Africa 1: Arrival

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This is about my everyday experience in Monash University South Africa, with lots of humour added.

Submitted: August 20, 2012

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As the plane landed, my mind was flooded with the thoughts of meeting new people (specifically chicks :)) and using the toilet (I had been holding my bowel since I left Nigeria). I couldn't take a crap on the plane cos I observed that the majority of the passengers were senior citizens, and I didn't want to be the cause of someone's death (especially the pilot). South Africa was colder than I anticipated, but I still kept my tough black guy look . This was my first time flying to another country alone, and it left me with a sweet feeling of joy cos I had the freedom to engage in a lenghty conversation with the person that sat next to me (a chick of course) without having to check if my father's intimidating eyes were watching me. The plane arrived late because of its late departure. So I had to wait for the school bus which had come before but left due to the driver's impatience. In Nigeria, I had been warned countless time not to speak to anyone at JHB airport. So when I got off the plane, I had on a fierce and scary look to prevent the plethora of scammers and thieves from approaching me or from even thinking it. As I went to get my luggage, I made sure to assess and observe everyone who was waiting for luggage also. I was like Patrick jane in 'The Mentalist'. After a while of waiting and not blinking, I found my bag and left for the waiting area. Having called the driver to alert him of my arrival, I sat on a bench to wait for him. Just as I had been told, some men began to disturb me by offering assistance, phones and transportation. I realised that my tough guy look wasn't working in South Africa. So I moved to plan B - pretending to make a phone call. Anytime I noticed a guy approaching me, I'd pretend to be making a call. After about 40 minutes of waiting while shivering (my tough black guy look wore off), the driver arrived and identified himself. He picked up some other people and were soon on the way toMonash South Africa. Monash is a cool place and I was finally glad to be in the school (partly cos my bowels were becoming difficult). But my joy was short-lived, cos I had to go through a long process of enrolment, advise, course planning and staring at pretty girls (it was so stressful). The story continues...


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