After my Matric year I was determined to further my studies because it meant I would be the first in my family to go to varsity and finish my degree. My results were not sky high, but they did get me the university entrance I wanted. Without a plan or a Rand to my name, I registered for a course with a fancy name that I wasn’t too clued up about and spent the next 3 years at an institution using borrowed cash from a bank willing to “invest in a child” with interest rates designed for adults.
It was great – the environment was better than I had imagined. No cheesy American movie would have done the environment any justice. High school did not give me the slightest hint at just how liberating the sound of no school bell is. The freedom to work and study at my own discretion was too awesome for my juvenile-locked mind to envisage. As fun as the student parties were and as enlightening as my tutorials were, 3 years after varsity I only wonder if studying there at that time was the best choice I made.
No doubt we need an education; I’d join any SRC strike or student movement/ uprising to support that any day. But, I think a Gap Year would not have been a miscalculated idea at all. Sure, the risk of being lazy and doing nothing could have popped up during that time. Or, I could have landed a peanut-paying job at a small company and never again thought about opening a book. But, I believe that a gap year is not such a bad idea. Unless you know what you want to do, how you plan on doing it, where you want to do it, and most importantly WHY you want to do it, I say… wait!
With the wounds of student debt still refusing to heal today I wish I hadn’t made that hasty decision back in 2007. Did I like what I studied? Not really. Do I use what I studied in the office today? No, I don’t even work in an office! Would I do it again? Not so quickly.
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