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The ignorance pours through the corridors,

As spoiled brat’s loitering all over the halls

Flavored clouds burn the lungs of innocent bystanders.

Empty promises out the mouths of the leaders

The blind followers hanging on every word.

Charles Java

Keanu pretorius

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Bustling masses scurry past

Scattered conversation

Sidestepping stray figures

Seeking isolation

I halt

Music streams on command

A calming sensation

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Why varsity college?

Why give us leaders who whistle at us?

Why give us a campus that makes us feel we are a hamster in a cage?

Why make us eager to come to this campus

Give us false promises

But yet…

make us feel less than

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If we had to speak about VC it’s not that concrete

Because most of the hidden treasures aren’t that discreet.

Many friendships are complete,

though some may deplete.

Some start with a simple greeting,

but some end in the varsity heat.

Gabriella and Dom

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Varsity college is a road.

Sometimes it’s smooth and sometimes there’s potholes.

The word is challenging but the social like is rebalancing.

Unfortunately the smell of the toilets aren’t refreshing.

But nevertheless we love varsity college

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Enlp5112:  Varsity college poem

Members: Sophie Rushton/ST10454747 & Amy Smith/ st10446171

Praying for a hug:

Walking in full of dread,

On my very first day.

So many faces to remember,

By the end of my stay.

A simple task has me questioning,

Who I really am?.

Silence floods the classroom,

Like a overflowing dam.

Drawing out the lecturer's quizzical stare,

The thoughts pounding in my head,

filling me with a sense of dread.

Alas, in the darkness,

Smiling faces meet.

Slowly mouths begin to part,

Personalities come alive.

Smiles fill the room,

Ending my feelings of impending doom.

Icebreakers aren’t as cold,

People aren’t as they seem.

Friendships begging to be made.

As we adjust to the place,

Soon to become our enclave.

Months past quickly,

Autumn came and left.

Now enduring winter,

Bonds have been met.

We are no longer afraid,

My days now filled with love.

Hopeful fro the future,

Praying for a hug.

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Praying for a hug:

Walking in full of dread,

On my very first day.

So many faces to remember,

By the end of my stay.

A simple task has me questioning,

Who I really am?.

Silence floods the classroom,

Like a overflowing dam.

Drawing out the lecturer's quizzical stare,

The thoughts pounding in my head,

filling me with a sense of dread.

Alas, in the darkness,

Smiling faces meet.

Slowly mouths begin to part,

Personalities come alive.

Smiles fill the room,

Ending my feelings of impending doom.

Icebreakers aren’t as cold,

People aren’t as they seem.

Friendships begging to be made.

As we adjust to the place,

Soon to become our enclave.

Months past quickly,

Autumn came and left.

Now enduring winter,

Bonds have been met.

We are no longer afraid,

My days now filled with love.

Hopeful fro the future,

Praying for a hug.

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Varsity college is a road.

Sometimes it’s smooth and sometimes there’s potholes.

The work is challenging but the social life is rebalancing .

Unfortunately the smell of the toilets aren’t refreshing.

But nevertheless we love Varsity college

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If we had to speak about VC it’s not that concrete,

Because most of the hidden treasures aren’t that discreet.

Many friendships are complete,

though some may deplete.

Some start with a simple greeting,

but some end in the burning varsity heat.

Dom and Gabriella

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Varsity College is a rollercoaster.

Sometimes it's ok and sometimes its scary.

The work is challenging but the social life is rebalancing.

Unfortunately the smell of the toilets aren't refreshing.

But nevertheless Varsity College is an expolisve rodeo.

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Praying for a hug:

Walking in full of dread,

On my very first day.

So many faces to remember,

By the end of my stay.

A simple task has me questioning,

Who I really am?.

Silence floods the classroom,

Like a overflowing dam.

Drawing out the lecturer's quizzical stare,

The thoughts pounding in my head,

filling me with a sense of dread.

Alas, in the darkness,

Embers of the class start to spark.

Slowly mouths begin to part,

Personalities come alive.

Smiles fill the room,

Ending my feelings of impending doom.

Icebreakers aren’t as cold,

People aren’t as they seem.

Friendships begging to be made.

As we adjust to the place,

Soon to become our enclave.

Months past quickly,

Autumn came and left.

Now enduring winter,

Bonds have been met.

We are no longer afraid,

My days now filled with love.

Hopeful fro the future,

Praying for a hug.

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If we had to speak about VC

It's not that concrete

Most of the hidden treasures aren't that discrete

Though some may deplete

Some start with a simple greeting

And some in the burning varsity

heat

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In the beginning campus started off as shiny,

Different and diverse

However,

Seasons have changed and so have the diversity.

People no longer have the same interests.

From big groups to simply just pairs,

From bunking to showing up.

The excitement has died down,

The seriousness has now set in.

Yumz 🌻

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In Varsity’s halls where echoes blend,

Laughter and learning dance in tandem,

Warm light spills over worn pages,

Hands clasp in thought, dreams are born.

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In Varsity’s halls where echoes blend,

Laughter and learning dance in tandem,

Warm light spills over worn pages,

Hands clasp in thought, dreams are born.

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The crowded room with that particular class,

The friendly faces that surround you, and

The eventful 1 hour break

VC, what will you call it?

A safe haven, a prison,

Or a theme park?

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The varsity college student life.

At first it was overwhelming having to get used to a new environment

Are we going to survive in this crowd of different people?

As a teenager you overthink things so much and fear what other people think about you

after a while you begin to realize it’s not as bad as you’ve made it out to be in your mind

When life gives you lemons, you don’t always have to make lemonade, be different and be creative in your own way.

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Here we go again.

Where days are shorter,

and nights are longer

From nine to five,

same old routine.

To Temple run,

to the busy streets

of Joburg,

to the earsplitting of Konka

Admist the Pride of snobs

a no-mane stared down,

detached from scrutiny

a loner is unfazed.

Thuli and Luyanda🧚🏽