2009 Graduate.- Never a dull moment.

I never ever received a trophy or was recognized at school for anything, i was the little girl eating her sandwiches in the bathroom. and when high school came i was a trained little shit in order to protect myself from people. Upon leaving school it was a given that i was thrilled to not be part of the cluster of feeding maggots anymore.So on the 14 Th of February we had our Graduation at college, feeling rather emotional from the moment i walked into the sea point hall. This was my life for the last four years , where i got to meet extra ordinary performers, people, teachers and children. miss Candice Holder for her patience and pep talks through hard ballet classes and mister Jeremy quickfall whom i would jump off a bridge for, if it wasn't for this man i would never have sung. He believed in me and he is one of the closest people too my heart. so when he asked me to sing at prize giving i really thought nothing off it, walking around laughing whenever the word "trophy" or "certificate" was mentioned. frankly i was happy i passed Musical theatre and that i can get on stage and sing.

sitting there i ran through all the memories in my head. first year. second. third and fourth. i fell in love with this college. i felt i belonged,i had a home.i wanted to get up early morning and brace traffic to dance the whole day away and have a few laughs with good friends.The shows. the fights. and the everyday skinner- who's pregnant now and who's on tik?the choral classes. being on the edge everyday.The hang overs after too many pink panties,cane and cream soda specials.These were the best years of my life. i met my friends for life,true friends who aren't afraid to show you who they are, there insides or tears. How we got one another and understood with even a glance .i learned some valuable life lessons and also how to be positive and deal with highly strung parents...and also how to fall in the correct manner so that i can have a bruise for 2 weeks or a chipped hipbone... The take five will be missed.mister Q's couch will be filled with new faces and I'm sure it's going to be very quiet without us.

"The Alviva Pelham singing trophy goes to natisha van zyl" .
Thank you to each and every one of you who made this journey so special. for being part of my life and passion.and congratulations on Quent-something- 5 A's and trophy's, for associate diploma's , the spirit thropy for your outstanding witt and humour and High advance 2 ballet results. no matter where the road may takes us,i hope we all meet again and make some new memories.

" There's a place for us. somewhere a place for us"




How many roads must a man walk down,
before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove fly,
before she sleeps in the sand?
And how many times must a cannon ball fly,
before they're forever banned?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist,
before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist,
before they're allowed to be free?
And how many times can a man turn his head,
and pretend that he just doesn't see?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

How many times must a man look up,
before he sees the sky?
And how many ears must one man have,
before he can hear people cry ?
And how many deaths will it take till we know,
that too many people have died?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.



bob dylan- blowin in the wind.