A hero is seen as someone who commits an act of remarkable bravery or who has shown an admirable quality such as great courage or strength of character. One wouldn’t really put a first-year student next to the word hero but Nicola Moubray is an exception. With her mind-boggling intelligence and crazy smoothie recipes that contain no dairy, wheat and gluten she is nothing short from awesome.
But of course you’re probably thinking well what the shiitake mushrooms makes Nicola any different from the dancing, singing crap of the world. Well it’s the fact that she’s 1) allergic to diary, wheat and gluten. She’s 2) not a fan of noise especially when it’s bed-time and the fact that she’s diagnosed with being a "sensitive sleeper". She 3) finds it hard to adjust and because the only reason why she came to University is because her plans to take a gap year and travel to India, China and Nepal flew out the window and Rhodes was her last resort as it was too late at the time to apply to any other University.
You know how you hear those scary stories about first-years who break down half way through the year and just leave varsity without a trace. Because they believe that because they have cracked then they are not worthy and so they should find something better to do with their time. Well Nicola is not one of those sad individuals even though she did crack. This is her tale of becoming a hero.
In June earlier this year it was exam time at dear Rhodes University and the students were huddled up in their rooms during SWOT week (the week that students are given to memorise their notes) trying to touch base with all their different subject material before the dreaded exams began. Most students were trying to cover all their subjects but Nicola on the other hand was studying Classics like it’s nobody’s business. Instead of reading at least a page or so of German, Politics, Philosophy or Law (yes, you counted correctly that’s five subjects, Nicola is far from being a dummy) she dedicated her entire SWOT week to Classics. The day of the Classics exam then swiftly came into motion and Nicola was ready to face it even though she had only two hours of sleep the night before because her roommate decided to straighten her hair at midnight and that she hadn’t eaten a nutritional meal in ages because the Jan Smuts Dining Hall still hadn’t sorted out her wheat, diary and gluten free meals, even though its was halfway through the year.
So there sat Nicola; sleep deprived, hungry and annoyed with the fact that her best friend sides with her boyfriend (who has two kids from a previous relationship) then with her. Previously Head Girl at her old High School, The British International College, Nicola would have never dreamt of walking out of an exam since as she says "academics is my life" and so it came to her shock when she, after the hour was up of her 3 hour exam, left the room and in a fury decided to trek up to the Monument (this momentous building on top of an even more momentous hill that normal people don’t go to unless they have some sort of transportation). In a state of agony and confusion and also hunger and sleep-deprivation Nicola even contemplated about taking a walk to P.E (which is an hour and a half drive from Grahamstown). But she did the wise thing instead and called her mum. She gave her a simple option of coming back home to Johannesburg or that she comes down herself. The latter was chosen and Nicola was swept off by her mother to a cottage found on the edge of Grahamstown secluded and peaceful just how she likes it. Concerned friends such as Jane van Doorene and Calvin Solomon thought that she would not return and take the option of leaving Rhodes and enrolling at the University of Pretoria as it was closer to home and she could eat proper meals every day instead of surviving on raisins in her res room.
Now coming backing to the present day. If one had to take a look at Nicola today one would never say that she was on the verge of leaving university and that she had a mental breakdown. Even though her breakdown occurred during exams Nicola still went on and wrote German, Law and Philosophy all in which she attained a first except for the latter subject. She is currently getting her meals from a chef in Grahamstown and not stressing from hunger. The noise levels are still a playing factor in her life but she’s working on it by reading Terry Pratchett till one in the morning. All in all Nicola is reformed and ready to conquer her next battles and the trauma of her break down is thrown out with yesterday’s trash. She is also ready to make me another strawberry smoothie…which of course contains no traces of wheat, diary and gluten.
This is Nicola eating a milk tart. Now you're probably thinking well doesn't milk tart contain diary ? Well the answer is yes. Nicola takes her Lactase tablets once in a while to indulge in the heavenly diary luxuries that we enjoy daily.
But of course you’re probably thinking well what the shiitake mushrooms makes Nicola any different from the dancing, singing crap of the world. Well it’s the fact that she’s 1) allergic to diary, wheat and gluten. She’s 2) not a fan of noise especially when it’s bed-time and the fact that she’s diagnosed with being a "sensitive sleeper". She 3) finds it hard to adjust and because the only reason why she came to University is because her plans to take a gap year and travel to India, China and Nepal flew out the window and Rhodes was her last resort as it was too late at the time to apply to any other University.
You know how you hear those scary stories about first-years who break down half way through the year and just leave varsity without a trace. Because they believe that because they have cracked then they are not worthy and so they should find something better to do with their time. Well Nicola is not one of those sad individuals even though she did crack. This is her tale of becoming a hero.
In June earlier this year it was exam time at dear Rhodes University and the students were huddled up in their rooms during SWOT week (the week that students are given to memorise their notes) trying to touch base with all their different subject material before the dreaded exams began. Most students were trying to cover all their subjects but Nicola on the other hand was studying Classics like it’s nobody’s business. Instead of reading at least a page or so of German, Politics, Philosophy or Law (yes, you counted correctly that’s five subjects, Nicola is far from being a dummy) she dedicated her entire SWOT week to Classics. The day of the Classics exam then swiftly came into motion and Nicola was ready to face it even though she had only two hours of sleep the night before because her roommate decided to straighten her hair at midnight and that she hadn’t eaten a nutritional meal in ages because the Jan Smuts Dining Hall still hadn’t sorted out her wheat, diary and gluten free meals, even though its was halfway through the year.
So there sat Nicola; sleep deprived, hungry and annoyed with the fact that her best friend sides with her boyfriend (who has two kids from a previous relationship) then with her. Previously Head Girl at her old High School, The British International College, Nicola would have never dreamt of walking out of an exam since as she says "academics is my life" and so it came to her shock when she, after the hour was up of her 3 hour exam, left the room and in a fury decided to trek up to the Monument (this momentous building on top of an even more momentous hill that normal people don’t go to unless they have some sort of transportation). In a state of agony and confusion and also hunger and sleep-deprivation Nicola even contemplated about taking a walk to P.E (which is an hour and a half drive from Grahamstown). But she did the wise thing instead and called her mum. She gave her a simple option of coming back home to Johannesburg or that she comes down herself. The latter was chosen and Nicola was swept off by her mother to a cottage found on the edge of Grahamstown secluded and peaceful just how she likes it. Concerned friends such as Jane van Doorene and Calvin Solomon thought that she would not return and take the option of leaving Rhodes and enrolling at the University of Pretoria as it was closer to home and she could eat proper meals every day instead of surviving on raisins in her res room.
Now coming backing to the present day. If one had to take a look at Nicola today one would never say that she was on the verge of leaving university and that she had a mental breakdown. Even though her breakdown occurred during exams Nicola still went on and wrote German, Law and Philosophy all in which she attained a first except for the latter subject. She is currently getting her meals from a chef in Grahamstown and not stressing from hunger. The noise levels are still a playing factor in her life but she’s working on it by reading Terry Pratchett till one in the morning. All in all Nicola is reformed and ready to conquer her next battles and the trauma of her break down is thrown out with yesterday’s trash. She is also ready to make me another strawberry smoothie…which of course contains no traces of wheat, diary and gluten.
This is Nicola eating a milk tart. Now you're probably thinking well doesn't milk tart contain diary ? Well the answer is yes. Nicola takes her Lactase tablets once in a while to indulge in the heavenly diary luxuries that we enjoy daily.
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