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WHO I AM:
My name is Allyson Adams (I do realize that this is a common opening line but it could not be helped). I attend South Peninsula High School. In my opinion it is an excellent school. I live in Retreat you will probably not know where that is. I live on the main road, which makes this a very noisy place, a lot of the time. Other than that my habitat is average. I have two brothers and two parents, although it must be said that there is nothing normal about my brothers’ mental state.
It takes about an hour to 45 minutes to get from my home to school. It is actually very tiring, but I find it to be quite worth it. School is the most exciting place I have ever had the pleasure of visiting (though I would hardy call 40 hours a week a visit). There is always something happening, and although I am hardly ever a part of it, it is very amusing to observe. My favorite subjects are accounting and English, even though I am not very good at either.
I do not have that many friends or know that many people, but I am never lonely. I really like to read. I am not very eloquent in my speech, but I do enjoy writing, not so that people may read what I write but just so that I can have an outlet of some sort. I also like music, playing the piano. Mr Baker said we should write something about where we see ourselves in ten years time. In ten years time I will be a doctor writing my first book, not about anything boring, but about something people will read & love. I understand that this is very ambitious but with your foundation helping me on my way I am sure, I can do it.
LATEST NEWS:
I always find it hard to start one of these reports. My English teacher says the first line should capture your audience, that’s just way too much pressure for me.”Poof”! I just waved a mental wand and now I’m in the middle. Phen! That’s better. What was I saying? Oh yes, my term two. It was ok, I guess just really busy. It’s matric now so every teacher demands his /her respective pound of flesh.
I decided to enter the Cape Argus High School Quiz Scouring the newspaper every single day for 4 weeks is quite hectic. We managed to gain 6th places out of 40 odd teams, which isn’t too bad.
Surprisingly I haven’t been academically over bad (yet!) I keep telling myself, you only get this one chance, so you better impress whoever you need to. Did I mention that I was made head prefect?
One thing I am proud of this term is the fundraiser, we conducted in aid of the victims of xenophobic violence. We raised over R 2000.00. It was totally awesome! It might not seem like that much money, but the fact that we got apathetic students who would rather use their money on cigarettes to donate money is exhilarating. Ok, there was a large degree of pleading and coercion involved, but I’m willing to overlook that, it felt good to give. It’s so easy to become complacent in our comfortable little lives and forget to think beyond the entity of the individual and our own desires.
I sent away two application forms for University; I have yet to hear anything besides the standard ‘Thank you for applying’. The silence is deafening. I can describe the prospect of my future in one word ‘Scary’. I’m scared that I won’t get in to any University. I’m scared that I will get in, but won’t have funds to go. I ‘m scared that I’ll get in, and be funded, but will I fail because it’s just too difficult. I’m scared to step away from what is so comfortably familiar. I know it may sound as if I‘m having a panic attack, but I prefer to face these thoughts head on.
Speaking of funding, I recall being nominated for what I am told is a very prestigious bursary. TheYvonne Parfait. My competition is a fellow KMF recipient and since I know her very well I’m not even bothering to get my hopes up. I’ve looked up the price for my course next just to attend the lectures is the down payment on a car.
I attend a week long programme at Stellenbosch medical school, sort of an introduction to medicine. After touching the rubbery intestines of a dissected Jane Doe and seeing deformed carcasses preserved in formaldehyde, I’m sure that this I want to do well. I didn’t throw up so I’m pretty sure.
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