Back to School . . . or maybe not

After all the fun I had helping out at school last year, (read about it here and here) I've decided to do a PGCE (Postgraduate Certificate in Education). 

I hold a B.Com which I completed at Unisa just over twenty years ago.  I've never experienced campus life, nor have I attended lectures, so with Walter Sisulu University about two kilometres from my doorstep, this is the perfect way to remedy both deficiencies.

So, in October, I set about applying, which included getting certified copies of all sorts of documents.

Now that the application is in, I need to go and register.  The WSU Facebook page states that registration is from 8.30am, so I thought I'd be smart and arrive at 7.30am

All sorts of political and student groups set up recruitment tables outside registration.  Even the DA had a table.

Well so much for that plan.  About 200 people had the same idea

There were two terminals set up to process all these students.  I can't imagine how long some people had to wait.

As I arrived, a young man was addressing the students, explaining procedures and requirements (Well, I assume that is what he was doing, as he was speaking in Xhosa*).  When he had finished, he came over to me and asked if he could help. 

I said, "Yes please, which queue do I stand in for the PGCE?"

Young Man:  You don't have to stand in a queue, just go and sit over there, and when registration opens, someone will help you.

Me:  Thanks, but I'm happy to wait in a queue. I don't want it to look like there's any favouritism, you know, because I'm um...white... (By now I was very conscious of my age and melanin-deficiency)

Young Man:  Ma'am, race has nothing to with it.  We are all equal. You should be served first because you are an adult, and you shouldn't have to wait with all these kids.

Give the man a Bells.

I sat down with my book (Good Morning, Mr Mandela) and waited. And waited. At 9.40 a young woman arrived and started seeing people in my queue.  I was out of there by 10.15, escorted by a security guard, who was showing me to the Music Department.  No, I don't know why the PGCE people are in the Music Department.

I spoke to a Very Nice Man, who answered my questions, took my details and said he would call me.

Yeah right. 

Well he did call me!  I had to go to his office on Friday to 'discuss my curriculum'.

My second and third year subjects were Business Economics, Economics, Industrial Psychology, Labour Law and Cost Accounting.  Only one of those is an 'Approved School Subject (Economics), so it looks like I don't qualify to do a PGCE.

The Very Nice Man suggested that I get the Unisa course outline for Business Economics, and WSU will decide if it's close enough to Business Studies to allow me to qualify. 

On my way back to the car, two 'students' approached me, asking for money. 

The first one asked for R50 to get to town.  I said No.  "Ok, how about R7?" "No." "You haven't got R7?" "No." He looks at me in disgust, shakes his head and walks off.

The second guy asks me to pay for his tuition, as he has been accepted, but has no funds.  He was also quite taken aback when I said no. 

Quite a few companies set up gazebos like this Vodacom one, to try and attract student business.

I get home and check the Unisa website.

Problem.  Business Economics does not exist as a subject any more.

So, I guess Monday will be spent on the phone to Unisa.  Oh joy.



* WSU teaches in English. The website is in English. The Facebook page is in English. Yet most of the comments on the page are in Xhosa.  Not only that, it's in SMS code.  OMW, I cnt hlp 1dring hw thz kdz R gng 2 ryt coherent Xam pprs. LOL.**

** Oh my word, I can't help wondering how these kids are going to write coherent exam papers. Laughs out loud.