The last many, many months have been spent trying to get our
son Sean into college. My husband and I had believed that moving to Ghana more than a decade ago would be to the
children’s benefit because the school system here, even at public school level,
would be better than the U.S.
To some extent we were right and to another, we were not necessarily wrong but
not necessarily right, either… let me explain.
Late last year, Sean’s final year at Achimota, we began the
process, like so many (parents) before, of applying to colleges. Thankfully, it
isn’t like the old days when we were trying to get our Ghanaian nephews into
school in the U.S.
and had dozens of brochures and paper applications to fill out and individual
checks to be mailed. It was mostly done online and thank heavens for that! As
protracted, though, as the process is for applying to college, it is even more
daunting to do it from anywhere outside of the U.S.,
especially a third world country like Ghana.
We could not use credit cards to pay for any of the college
applications that used the services of the “Common Application” form. Ghana is, of
course, a hot bed of credit card fraud and that is perfectly understandable…
frustrating, but understandable. Fortunately a few of the schools which did not
partake in the Common Application did have a standalone payment system and we
were able to take advantage of it. It wound up being a moot point for the most
part, however (keep reading).
We could not complete the dreaded FAFSA form (for financial
aid) which required a credit card payment at the back end for the submission of
financial aid data to the chosen schools. Some schools’ financial aid offices
were willing to forego the form and allowed us to simply send them a print
screen of the completed form. That was nice of them but essentially moot in the
long term (keep reading).
We could not enroll Sean for the SAT for the same reason,
and had to rely on the willingness and patience of my dear sweet sister Christine
to get the ball (and the checks) rolling. In the end, though, Sean took it
twice; he got a not too shabby 1700 on the first one and a much better 1920 on
the second.
The real problem we ran into was the obtaining of his high
school transcripts. The school would not give them up. We went in late December
to request them and paid for seven copies which were prepared and placed on the
desk of the school’s headmistress. She didn’t sign them in December. We heard
she went on vacation. Okay. She didn’t sign them when she got back. Not sure
why. Sly went to the school to discuss it with the headmistress and only a
significant amount of self-control (on my husband’s part) kept him from tearing
her head off. According to her they don’t release transcripts while a child is
in school because it has been their “experience” that the students then develop
an “I don’t give a shit” attitude (I’m paraphrasing, of course). She pointed
out a young lady waiting to pick up her transcripts from the previous year as
an example. But you get the gist. Bottom line is no transcripts till Sean
finished his WASSCE… in May! It was even suggested that – being urgent and all
–Sean be withdrawn from school even before he began his WASSCE. Yeah, that
would work. You see, how well their students performed the WASSCE was paramount
to their being able to maintain the school’s “prestigious” and “elite”
distinction. Who cares about the outgoing student, in the long run?
It was too late for many of the colleges without the
official transcripts and the rejection letters began rolling right in. Only
Virginia Tech would accept Sean provisionally based on “unofficial” transcripts
but of course there would be no financial aid because they needed the official
stuff (I am assuming this, to be honest, but with his grades and SATs and other
incidental data he should have been eligible for something). But financial aid from Virginia Tech in the form of
scholarships was zilch. Oh well, he’s in their door and that’s the hard part –
he will become very good friends with the personnel from Virginia Tech’s
Financial Aid office, I am sure.
So now here we are in late May. The grueling WASSCE’s are
now finished and Sean has officially completed school. Before he could get the
transcript now he needed to get “clearance” from more than a dozen individuals
which meant he didn’t owe any money/books/equipment. That was an effed up
process from the get-go. For three days Sean was running around the school like
a chicken without a head looking for this person and that person and the next.
He’d come home exhausted with only one or two names to show for his efforts.
Why they couldn’t have arranged for all of these people to be made available
for an hour or two each day in the administration block, say, I will never know.
Then the uncompleted form wound up on some “housemaster’s”
desk (at his “order” it should be known) and he told Sean on Monday that he
wouldn’t be bothered to return to the office to get it and that Sean should
come back the next day for it. Did I mention we live about 25 miles from the
school? And that Sean rides to school in a taxi which costs about $15 each way?
So I decided to accompany him on his endeavor on Tuesday, in the hope of
speeding up the process with my obroni presence.
First stop was the guy who had the incomplete form and from
whom we’d eventually need the penultimate signature. He was unbelievably,
incredibly rude and wanted first to know why Sean felt the need to drag his
“mommy” around with him. I said I was there to ensure Sean wasn’t just hanging
with friends instead of doing what he was supposed to be doing. Two women in
the “master’s” office confirmed he’d been there the day before. I knew that. I
just wanted the “master” to know that I knew… ya know? Then he proceeded to ask
Sean why he would even be given an incomplete form; when Sean tried to explain
about the “order” which came during the final day of WASSCE testing that all
day students must include their clearance forms in the batch (from the boarding
houses) that was intended for his own review – regardless of the form’s
completion – the housemaster cut him off with an I-don’t-want-to-hear-it. Now I
am not one to be aggressive (writing is different, okay?) but I raised my voice
and made the typical Ghanaian “I-beg” motion and asked that he please listen.
He made a face, shrugged his shoulders, turned around, grabbed the form from
the top of the stack behind him and handed it to Sean. A grand gesture – like
he was bestowing the kid with a knighthood or something. Sheesh.
So we got the form and after three hours of waiting around
for a staff meeting to end we finally got the rest of the signatures but we’d
have to come back about the transcript yet again since the headmistress was now
out.
Finally, Wednesday, we picked up the official-sealed
transcripts – already signed by the headmistress (in mid-February!) Had we had
these transcripts in hand back in February the outcome might have been
different. Sean might be going to a different school or he might have at least
gotten a scholarship or two.
All in all Achimota was a learning experience for all of us.
Sean did receive a solid education which was good enough to get him into one of
the best schools in the U.S.
for aerospace engineering. And we know that he’s not afraid of hard work, or
the endless hours of studying as a result of teachers who mistakenly believe
they are a student’s only teacher and the general life in a dorm.
My husband and I have also learned a thing or two. We’ve
learned that for some schools beaurocracy and “appearance” is more important
than a child’s future. That perhaps we should have been a bit more “grateful”
(I know you know what I mean) for the assistance we sought. That we don’t dare
let this happen again with Michael and/or Alex; they will either finish their
high school years in the U.S.
or we will have established the ground rules with the school’s administration
early on for the transcripts. Of course they may or may not go to Achimota.
Regardless, fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
As it is, though, we are incredibly happy for Sean.
Relieved. Glad his ordeal is over. After all he has been through at Achimota –
from the early days of boarding and the crap he endured with the senior who
couldn’t stand him and made his life miserable, to the health concerns
exacerbated by an apathetic house master – I am sure that for him Virginia Tech
and dorm life in Blacksburg,
VA should be a breeze! He will be
majoring in aerospace engineering and we expect big and great things from him!
Though we will all miss Sean terribly, we couldn’t be prouder of our son.
