“I don’t do drugs, only Ritalin”: A Closer look at the use of neuro-enhancers among students

Apologies for the watermark; I was not able to buy the license that comes with the free software to remove it.

It’s a Smartie-sized, white pill that comes in an innocuous-looking box and so far Shareef*, eighteen, has taken one Ritalin in the morning for the past week. He writes his first mid-year matric exam in two days time – Science. It could make or break his chances at getting into medicine. And, despite the fact that he was never diagnosed with a form of Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD), he was proscribed it by his General Practioner, and has been swallowing it on an ad-hoc basis since the beginning of Grade Eleven. In fact, if you haven’t been properly clued up, Ritalin may seem like a great way to power through your final high school exams.

A Quick Heads up

This is just a preliminary note to let you know that my next post will be  on something more serious than what you may be used to on this blog. That being said, it is equally — no, more — important you read it.

I’m looking out for you.

Love,
G

Teen Mom (from 9-5): Gap Year Edition

Misha* and I liked to go out in matching attire.

In the winter of 2012 I packed up, got on a fifteen-hour flight and landed in America. I lived in the sprawling suburbia of the

Silicon Valley, a place so safe I ordered an iPhone (yes, I unashamedly fell pray to the mammoth American capitalist mentality) and it sat outside the doorstep for an entire weekend untouched. I learnt to order medium instead of large, and in turn, every American I met showcased their affinity for (American) geography by saying, when they learnt my name was Georgia: “Ohhh,

like the state right?” I was also the au pair of an eighteen-month-old toddler named *Misha.

Au pairing in the US or Europe is a remarkably popular choice for gap-yearers. You only have to open up any au pair website to be blasted with patriarchal-infused appeal: Get Paid to Play! Experience the American Dream!

And while that is all, of course, a little too picturesque to be wholly true, it is a cool venture, providing your gig ticks all the ‘as long as…’ boxes.

On this week’s episode of “Gap Year Myth Busters”: Will a gap year make you smarter?

No. No, it won’t. Whether you study right out of high school, or take a year off, no amount of contiki-ing; backpacking; volunteering or au pairing is going to mystically increase your innate intelligence. But whether or not a gap year could seriously affect your University marks is a legend worth exploring.

Choosing Your Gap Year: two possible routes

You’re coming to the end of your South African high school career, and, although it may sound dull, it’s time to start preparing for what comes next. If high school is a one-lane highway with minimal off-ramps then arriving at your gap year is an intersection of infinite choices.

It is impossible to cover your every gap option. This article will focus on two decidedly different, but equally popular ones:

super-yachting, which a quick Facebook survey proved to be a majority favourite among fledgling high school graduates; and the universally appealing free-range travelling.

But, to save you from making your decision based on a rose-tinted website’s information, I interviewed real-life gap-year veterans, equipped with advice and experience – nitty-gritty, cliché and all.

“But Mom, Brendan’s mom let him go to Lake Tanganyika and deep-river fish right after Plett Rage!”

You’re fourteen, and your best friend proudly hoists her t-shirt up to reveal a sparkling – and probably swollen red – belly button. Her mom let her get a belly piercing, whereas yours just let you get your ears pierced. Maybe.

You’re seventeen, show up at a friend’s place and he casually pops open a beer can for his dad, and then… for himself. You swallow your own gasp and mentally picture the fiery rage your dad would fly into if he saw you as so much sniff alcohol.

And then you’re eighteen. And surely, surely, this is it. This is the end of the overly pedantic parenting, right? Hold up.

Because if any of the above rang at all familiar to you, or even if it didn’t, there’s a possibility of something far more ominous coming your way: The anti-gap year parent.

Finishing High school: the storm before the gap

Cramming, internet-savvy flashcards and adorably ironic pencil cases.

You know how every (bordering-on-condescending) adult always tells you how high school years are some of the best of your life; ones in which you have no real concerns (apart from having to navigate yourself in a sea of pressure and test dates whilst trying to find yourself and get an education), to which you think: this is as good as it gets? Not a chance.

You’re Old, but Really Freakin’ Young

GAP YEARING IT BRUV!!!!!!!!

That is the precise phrase I was assaulted by when I opened Facebook recently. And this was my subsequent thought-process:

“Why caps, dude? Somehow, I’d be infinitely more excited for you had you approached this in a cool, calm and… alright, who am I kidding? I’m sitting at Varsity, in the library, and I just found a peach pip down the side of the plush chair I’m sitting on. You can practically smell my bitterness; I’m jealous of you, ‘bruv’”.