From the Editor
By Bianca Silva
They say nothing in life is guaranteed except death and taxes. In passing I would like to add change to that list. For all those women who get angry with men for not being able to commit, it’s time to take a look at the bigger picture, life is the most non-committal bugger yet. It refuses to guarantee anything except that your life can be snatched away from you in a split-second.
Two weeks ago a student’s life was taken in a car accident. At the end of last year three students were killed in a car accident on their way home for vac, and they had just finished their degrees. Last week a student took her own life. And all we can do is sit there, talk about how horrible it is and keep repeating “They were so young, they had their whole lives ahead of them.”
And this all happens in our “safe little bubble”. In the real world these events would hardly register on a town’s emotional earthquake radar. Perhaps that is why some people choose to stay in this one-lane town for so long, you get the chance to feel as though things matter and you have a real chance of making a difference or getting noticed. It feels safe. Really, the way I see it, university is a big playground where you can come to grips with yourself and interests before you get chucked out to meet Mr Big Bad World. Some kids never want to leave the playground.
Over the weekend I witnessed one of the Rhodes Urban legends: boys in suits. This either means a law moot, a funeral or the notorious drinking club (although we have yet to prove it exists). Judging by their pose (spread legs and concentrating hard on the wall in front of them) it was hard to miss the fact that about five of them were urinating against the wall and singing as loud as they could. I’m inclined to guess they were members of a drinking club. They then proceeded to drag their very inebriated cohort, across the street, into a car. You start asking yourself, where else would this happen. Grahamstown is safe enough to do this, you almost expect this kind of weird stuff to happen even on your way home from avoiding the drunken masses. I guess as students it is because we are convinced we are invincible. We like that feeling, it feels like a guarantee.
I’m a sentimentalist at heart which according to Oscar Wilde is merely a front for cynicism. Really it all seems to come down to change. Some crave it, others run in the opposite direction or just go nowhere at all. And short of permanent denial there is nothing you can do to avoid it. On a positive note not all change is scary. Activate has just changed staff and whilst some may be scared of what we are going to do with the paper, I have complete confidence in our new team. There is a lot to look forward to. Keep your eyes open.