Thar She Blows!

Hello folks,

Oh what a day. This morning, while the Telecom guy was here to install our internet (hooray! however, we won’t be totally up and running for at least a couple more days), the wind blew one of our balcony doors open (which were locked, by the way) and shattered the glass in one of the four doors. At the time, I was downstairs letting the guy out to check the box. At the sound of broken glass, I went upstairs to discover it!

The wind has been very, very strong since last night. I was loving it since we finally had a nice, cool evening, but obviously this is the downside. I have to say, our landlord was amazing about it—it’s already repaired. Phew. I couldn’t figure out what actually broke the glass, but the repair guy said very likely it was just a direct result of the wind. Geez.

Otherwise, it’s been an uneventful week. Studying, catching up on laundry, etc.

 I finally started that dreaded history paper and have a decent chunk complete. To prep, I read some of our professor’s (Howard Phillips) book UCT: The Formative Years. It was actually a really interesting read, especially as a student. When UCT first started training doctors, they were only able to provide the first year of medical school and then students would travel overseas to complete their studies. In 1920, they were able to offer the full program for the first time. It was soon evident that class rooms and clinical space were too limited for the amount of students training, so in the late ‘20s, they moved to a new Health Sciences campus in Observatory, which is where I take classes now! They also built Groote Schuur Hospital specially to be a University hospital, which I didn’t know. It was finished in 1938. I had thought the hospital was older than that.

Something else really interesting (and horrifying) was that originally Indian and Colored (people of mixed race) medical students were forced to complete clinical trainings abroad, as they were not to work in white wards. No one in the faculty really spoke up about it, because it was thought breaking that rule would place the medical program in jeopardy. Because of WWII, in 1943 Indian and Colored students were allowed to do clinical in Groote Schuur, but they weren’t allowed to see White patients—even if they were deceased! Seriously?! Seriously. And even that policy was thought of as liberal! His book says the policy continued until the 1960s, but I’m not sure what changes were put in place then.

Another interesting thing we learned in class was how the outbreak of the bubonic plague at the beginning of the twentieth century followed by the flu outbreak of 1918 (which was devastating…dead bodies in the streets, etc.) led to some of the first racially segregated living. The plague was blamed on dock workers (of color) for bringing it in with their cargo and they were driven out of Cape Town. A similar thing happened in 1918, especially because more and more Black residents were arriving.

I should totally get an A in this class, right? J

I’m working on some Epidemiology right now, since I had to miss class today for the repairs (thankfully this professor had made it very clear that it’s okay to miss class if we need to). Hopefully I’ll be posting this in an hour or so since my plan is to head to Sidewalk Café for dinner and internet! (actually, Sidewalk's internet cut out while I was there, probably due to the wind? So I'm posting this a day late, from another Vredehoek cafe with free internet that I recently discovered).

I’ve been spending so much time alone, it’s strange. Definitely missing my friends and family back home. <3