A positive outlook

Hello dear readers.

Today’s post was written by one of our veteran staff members. In this post she gives us a little reminder of the importance of staying positive.

No, life isn’t fair, and no matter how good a person you are, life will deal your hand from the bottom of the deck at some stage. It happens to all of us – and what is the reason for it?

Karma? Such is life? I’m just one unlucky person?

Life is tough, and the only way to survive is to find a way to bounce back. When things go wrong, we tend to get a negative outlook on life and sometimes we just give up. This is the biggest mistake you can make.

You need to change the way you look at things and remember that negative thoughts and attitudes won’t change anything. By dealing with your problems in a positive way, you will be able solve almost every single one of them.

Evaluate your situation, really think about it, and find something positive in the negative.Negativity not only halts your growth but also destroys you. 

Trust me when I say that by changing simple things in your own personal life, you will be able to face your problems head on and live a simpler, easier and happier life.

But where to start?


Change your outlook on life. Search for the good in the bad, no matter how extreme the bad is. Trust me when I say there is beauty in literally everything, and that things happen for a reason (sometimes we just need to look at the bigger picture to understand). It’s just a matter of changing your perspective.

Move on

Leave the bad stuff where it should be – in the past. If something didn’t go the way it was supposed to, go back to the drawing board, point out the flaws, and go for plan B.

Use kind words

Use your words wisely. Your words not only affect the people around you but also yourself. If something didn’t go as planned, blaming it on someone else and breaking them down (or breaking yourself down) won’t solve anything. Speak words of kindness, love, beauty and happiness.

Hang in there

Don’t give up. Life wouldn’t deal you a set of cards that you wouldn’t be able to play. Hang in there – this too shall pass.

And most importantly…don’t forget to LAUGH OUT LOUD every now and then!

College SA cares about your happiness

Don’t get mad, get Creative…

Thank you for your inspirational words.

Take care and bye for now.

The trouble with starting something new – Finishing it!

Hello readers.

Today’s article was kindly written by one of our GREAT College SA staff members. This guy is a particularly special guy. Apart from the amazing work that he is doing at College SA, this guy brings humour, compassion, insight, determination, tenacity and razor-sharp wit to those around him. I’m lucky that I have gotten to know this guy a bit. What he has accomplished in his life is truly inspirational. One of his favourite mottoes is: “Just keep trucking”.

We are very grateful that he has shared this story with us. I hope you enjoy reading these heartfelt words as much as I did.


Today I want to talk about something I find particularly difficult – finishing what I have started.

Finishing something



Since my childhood, studying has been difficult for me. I battled to finish assignments while I was in school. I was often late and seldom paid any attention to what was being taught in the classes. I found the smallest tasks impossibly difficult to focus on and preparing for exams was a nightmare.


Much of my school career was spent in detention, hiding in empty classrooms and avoiding doing the work I found simultaneously boring and challenging.

Empty classroom

By Grade 10, I had begun to believe that I was simply not cut out for academic work of any nature.

My teachers had begun to give up on me and my parents were threatening military school to instill a sense of discipline in their ‘lazy’ son.

As time went by, my attendance started dwindling and my grades began to suffer.

I had to begin asking myself some difficult questions about my future and my options. I only just passed Matric and felt a great relief at the thought of never having to do it again.

After I left high school, I realised my passion and my ideal career would require a piece of paper proving that I was qualified to practice in my field.

The thought of going back to school, and back to studying, left a chill in my spine and a knot in my stomach.


Despite the fear, I moved forward and began the journey of furthering my education. Studying through Distance Learning came with a unique set of challenges, like having to work through all the course material on my own, and requiring me to schedule my studies carefully into my life.

While I knew studying on my own would come with its own set of challenges, I never realised that it would also provide one unexpected benefit – freedom.

I could control how much time I spent on each study session, and I could complete the assignments and portfolios in my own time. This allowed me to take control of my education in a way I never could before. I was able to create a study plan which suited my needs and I could work the course material into my life. I was able to continue working during the day to support myself while working through the study material in the evenings and over weekends.

While it came with its difficulties, I am so happy I continued to study and today I can proudly say I have received that piece of paper and can begin my journey into the career I always dreamed of.

As I mentioned, Distance Learning comes with a unique set of challenges, but it also comes with an equally unique set of benefits. If you have been considering furthering your education via distance learning, head over to the College SA website to learn more about how it could work for you.

“ There are no shortcuts to any place worth going. ”
― Beverly Sills



“Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.”
― Mark Twain

“You’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting,
So… get on your way!”
― Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Places You’ll Go!





Have you been told that you are not clever enough?

Hi there to you all,


Today I am going to tell you a little bit about myself. No, don’t worry, I am not going to tell you about what kind of food I like to eat and what I do over the weekends. I want to tell you about a personal story. I will share some very personal information about some very difficult experiences I had from early childhood in terms of my education.


I was only five years old when I started Class 1 (what we now call Grade 1). I was one of the youngest children in the class. I remember that I was so excited to ‘finally’ be able to go to school. My older brother had started school the year before, and I couldn’t wait to also be allowed to go to ‘big’ school.


Primary School



Unfortunately, all that excitement and enthusiasm that I felt about going to school soon disappeared.


Shortly after starting Class 1, it became obvious that my teacher really didn’t like me. I’m not claiming that I was the perfect kid, but still, it was really obvious that this teacher was not going to be my friend.


For the purpose  of this story, I am going to call this teacher Mrs Angry. Mrs Angry used to shout at me every day. Mrs Angry would insult me about everything and anything.


Part of the problem was that I was ‘foreign’ – I come from an Italian background. Mrs Angry was quite open that she didn’t like foreigners, especially foreigners from Italy. She said that Italians were dirty, stupid, lazy and just generally bad. Even as a young child I was very upset by the things that she said. I knew that I wasn’t dirty and all those other things.

Things did not get any easier for me as time went on in Class 1. Things got much worse.


Mrs Angry never allowed me to go to the bathroom when I asked to go. In fact, when I asked, she would shout at me in front of all the other children. Most unfortunately for me, this resulted in me wetting my pants. And of course, because I wet my pants, Mrs Angry would scream at me even more. She would hit me and pull me out the classroom and send me to the Principal’s office. I remember feeling very humiliated.


Things became even worse for me over the Easter period. All the children in the school had to make little baskets and we had to decorate them so that we could take them home for our families. Each child was given one chocolate Easter egg to put into their baskets. On the day that we were supposed to take our little baskets home, somebody took all the chocolate eggs from the baskets that were sitting in our classroom.


I remember walking into the classroom after our break period, and as I walked in, Mrs Angry grabbed me, started smacking me, and she said the most horrible things to me. She accused me of having taken the chocolate Easter eggs. She said she knew it was me because I was Italian, and in her mind, that meant that I was a thief.


No amount of pleading my innocence could convince Mrs Angry that I was not the culprit. For the rest of the day she shouted at me and told the class that I was the reason that they were not going to have any chocolate Easter eggs.


The following week, things reached a breaking point for me. Apparently Mrs Angry phoned my parents and told them that she thought that I was ‘mentally retarded’ and that she insisted that I go for tests at a special institute. She told my parents that I did not cut out pictures as well as the other children could and she thought that there was something very mentally wrong with me.

I remember my parents waking me up one morning telling me that we were going to spend a day at a special place where lots of friendly doctors and other people would want to spend time with me. Luckily, I was too young to understand where I would be going for the day. For an entire day, I was tested in every possible way by a huge team of specialists.


I can imagine that my parents must have been very anxious. I just thought that I was having a fun day spending time with new people.


My next memory of this situation is of a few days later. I’m sobbing my eyes out to my parents and to my older brother telling them how sad I was. I told them that I didn’t ever wanted to go back to school. I told them about Mrs Angry and all the things she used to say to me. I pleased with my parents, hysterically, that I wanted to be taken out of that school and to go to my brother’s school. I remember my dad being so shocked by what I told them. He became really upset. My brother gave them more information – I had been telling him all along about how horrible things were for me at my school.

By the way, in case you are wondering, the results from the educational testing institute came back – there was absolutely nothing wrong with me. 

Jump to my next memory. It’s the end of a school day and my mom is waiting outside the school to fetch me. My brother is also in the car. As I walk to the car, I notice that my brother is smiling from ear to ear. I wasn’t even by the car when my brother jumped out the car and said ‘Surprise’. I climbed into the car and my brother blurted out ‘You are never coming back here, you are coming to my school now’.


That moment must have been one of the happiest days of my life. I’m not just saying that. Even at my young age, I felt tremendous relief and a sense that maybe the nightmares of what I had been experiencing would be over.


My next memory is of my first day of my new school. I remember feeling terrified (what if my new teacher was going to be just like Mrs Angry) as well as feeling so happy. The school secretary took me up to my new classroom. As I got to the classroom door, this elderly woman (my new teacher) walked up to me, smiled at me, gave me the biggest hug ever and said to me: “Welcome Sonia, we are all so happy to have you here”. I thought I had gone to heaven. Part of me did not believe that a teacher could be so friendly and kind.


I am so grateful that my parents took me out of the first school and put me into a new school. At my new school, I soon became a confident and happy little girl.


However, I have never forgotten being told that I was stupid and that there was something mentally wrong with me. Those cruel words have stuck with me. They re-surface in my mind every now and then.


As an adult I believe that to tell a child that they are stupid is one of the cruelest things you can ever do to them. Not only is it cruel, but it is also abusive and psychologically damaging.


Throughout my life I have had to work extra hard to prove to my own inner critic that I am not stupid.


I don’t even know if such a thing exists as a ‘stupid child’. Children are all different. We all have different ways of seeing the world, we have different ways of learning and remembering facts.

I have been working in education for several years now, and there is something I believe to be true – that anybody can be successful with their studies (school or after). If a person is motivated and committed to achieving their goals, they can be successful. If a person is given support and encouragement, and not insults and constant negative reinforcement, then that person will have the confidence to keep trying and to work towards their goals.


I know that this has been a long article. It’s just really important for me to tell you that nobody what anybody has said to you in the past about your intelligence or about your academic performance, you CAN study further and do really well. Studying is for everybody and not just for a chosen few really clever people.


Please believe that you can study and that you can pass your course and that you can be successful.


By the way, if you are interested, I recommend that you read this article on the College SA website – it’s all about how the College will help you every step of the way with your studies. Click HERE to read the article.


Take care and chat soon,