Ben arrived in the US a few weeks before he turned 17. Initially, he was just coping with living in the US, so driving wasn’t really on my radar. However, as he began to settle, I looked into sending him to a driving school. The most highly recommended one was Drive4Life. During May, he attended the required 8-hour long sessions on Saturdays. Once he completed the coursework, I took him to the Drivers License Center to take his written test. He had studied and we went off hopefully with all of his paperwork.
 
We never got passed the information desk. Since I was not his court-appointed guardian, I was not legally responsible for his debts, and therefore, couldn’t sign the paperwork for him. Instead, his real parent had to sign, and that signature had to be notarized. Given he was going to be in Kenya with his parents in a few weeks, I sent the paperwork home with him.
 
When he arrived back after six weeks in Kenya, I asked about his paperwork. He had his dad sign it, but it was not notarized. We had no choice but to wait until he turned 18.
 
Finally on September 12, the big day came. Ben achieved his majority, and was able to sign his own papers.  I reminded him the night before that he needed his passport and visa documents. He was tired and he thought he knew where they were, so he didn’t look until I mentioned it in the morning. He opened the drawer where they should have been, but nothing was there. He hunted through that drawer, both suitcases and I don’t know what else. He couldn’t find them. I said I would take him to the bus and then look for them, with his permission. He gave it and off we went for him to catch the bus.
 
I began an extensive search and found candy wrappers, lots of loose change, but nothing of importance in his drawers. I started on the bookcase, and there in a stack of random paper, I found his passport and visa documents. I also found a number of cards his mother had sent with him to give to various people. I kept those out so we could pass them along. I texted Ben so he wouldn’t worry, and waited for the next step.
 
At 10:00, I picked him up after his morning class at university, and off we went off to the Driver’s License Office. On the way, Ben practiced the test again and flipped through the manual. While waiting for his number to be called, he studied and I filled out yet another application form. At least this time, he could sign it himself.
 
In a few minutes, he was called to the information desk where they checked his paperwork. Yes, he could take the test. She wished him good luck and a happy birthday. Ben continued to look through the driving manual and in a few minutes was called back to the information desk. They needed a piece of mail with his name and address on it. Of course we didn’t have that. I had seen such a piece of mail on his bookcase, but hadn’t thought to pick it up and put it in his folder. ARGH!
 
Back in the car, we drive clear across the county to the house to get that piece of mail. Nothing else would do. Then we hurried back across the county to show it to the information desk. By this time, it was 12:00 and Ben had a class at 1:20. They sent him back to take the test while I waited. When he came out, he looked rather hesitant. Back in the old days when I last took one of those written driving tests, they told you immediately if you got the answer right or not as soon as you answered the question. They are no longer doing that. So, we waited for some anxious moments until the lady said he had passed! WHEW!
 
Within a few minutes, she gave him his temporary learner’s permit and we could leave. I took him back to college for his class and then headed to my job.
 
That evening, we met up at the Cheesecake Factory for supper. We had a pleasant meal and at the end of it, Ben drove me home in the dark. He has to have 10 hours of driving at night, so every little bit counts. We arrived safely and I look forward to being chauffeured around for the next few months.

As Ben starts college, I decided he needed to learn to cook a meal. He has to learn to survive in this world without the help of his five sisters. Also, I may go on vacation and leave him to his own resources. So, a few nights ago, he had his first opportunity to prepare a meal.
 
The thing Ben missed the most last year in the food line was chapatis. Chapatis are like a flour tortilla. His sister gave him one lesson on how to make them, so that was what he wanted to start with. However, he had only done it once, and was a bit uncertain if it would be edible. Also, one cannot just eat a chapatti, so we agreed that he could fry some ground beef and add taco mix to it. He started with the meat and had that done before he started the chapatis. In the midst of that, he needed to let the dough sit for half an hour. During that he started working on washing the salad and then had to heat up the can of refried beans. He had to keep stirring the beans and cook the chapatis, then as he got close to the end of the chapati dough, had to reheat the meat.
 
The chapatis were delicious and seemed pretty normal to me. Ben was pretty exhausted at the end of the process, and commented on how hard it was to keep up with everything. Multi-tasking is obviously not his strength. He mentioned that when I cooked, I just whipped things together in about 15 minutes, and it was ready. Of course, my cooking isn’t really that quick. However, we did notice that it takes a lot less time to eat the food than it does to prepare it or clean up from it.
 
Let’s hope he gets better at this as the weeks go by. 

It is early April, and time for all those showers. Well, last night, we had LOTS of showers and also some chilly weather, just in time for a soccer tournament. Bearden was playing a rival school in a game that should have started at 9:00 pm. After four previous games, they were running half an hour late, so their game started just after 9:30, finishing about 11:30. That is WAY PAST my normal bedtime. However, I was there watching to the bitter end. Why? I ask myself that question every now and then.
 
A week or so before the tournament, I was informed that parents of players are expected to cover four time slots during the tournament. There is only one of me, so I had to sign up for a lot. Thursday, I was on the “hospitality” team, supposedly seeing to the needs of the press, scouts and other VIP’s. I was to pick up trash and check the restrooms periodically. When I asked the person in charge, it seemed she had everything pretty much under control, so I just watched the game and picked up trash and checked the ladies’ room.
 
Last night, however, I was on concession stand duty. I like that job because you can be in doors. We did a roaring trade in hot chocolate and coffee! Ben had worked as a ball boy from 4:00 – 7:00, then he came home to get warm and dry and have some supper. Together we headed back at 8:30 for the night shift. He sat with the team while I did the concession stand. Throughout the evening, I kept adding layers of clothing until at the end, I looked rather like an Eskimo!
 
The really interesting part of this story, however, is the game. It had rained steadily and continued to do so through the evening. The grass field was rapidly becoming a swimming pool. However, unless there is lightning, they don’t cancel the game.
 
Of course the players all looked like drowned rats after five minutes of play. When the ball was kicked into the air and came to earth in a puddle, it just sat there instead of bouncing. Players would scramble to get to the ball, and then slip and slide in the water and mud, crashing into each other or sliding down altogether. If they kicked the ball as it sat in the water, it basically didn’t go anywhere, just floated over to the other side of the pool of water. For the players, it must have felt like they were pushing a string.
 
As I’ve reflected on the game and the adverse affects of the weather, I saw a few parallels to life. Sometimes, we are trying our hardest, playing our best, but it just isn’t good enough. We tumble over someone else’s efforts or just slide down due to unexpected conditions. We position ourselves where we think we need to be, only to find out that is the totally wrong place and we are caught off balance. Sometimes we connect with the issue at hand, but it proves to be immoveable despite our best efforts. Occasionally, though, we use our skills in just the right way and experience success.
 
Throughout this exercise, we learn how to cope with unusually circumstances, new parameters and to change our expectations to fit the situation. It is an excellent learning experience, and at the end, we may even enjoy a few dives into the pools of difficulty to enjoy sliding through the trials like a porpoise landing on a beach.
 
What’s the secret of success? Persevere! Don’t give up. Remember, that there may be fewer pools of challenge on the other end of the field. In the second half, you switch ends, and sure enough, Bearden won: 3-2.

​Well, for those who have been eagerly awaiting news of Ben’s college acceptance, it hasn’t gone as we had hoped. He was accepted by Michigan State, which was a real encouragement. However, they didn’t offer much in the way of a scholarship. Duke didn’t accept him, and that was a BIG disappointment. So, he’s been back at the computer writing essays again.
 
We tried a new approach to the problem of finding a college for him; he is applying to need blind colleges. These are colleges, usually private, that have large endowments. When US citizens apply and are accepted, the college makes sure they can attend, so they take care of much of the tuition. Unfortunately, need blindness does not necessarily extend to international students. For them, the wording is “need aware”. So, they may pick up the scholarship or they may not. I guess it depends on how positively they see the potential student.
 
Ben’s ACT scores went up 2 points when he took it the second time, so that was good. The next ACT test will be a “free” one, provided by the high school and takes place in February. The advantage of having three ACT scores is that the school or someone then superscores it, so that the highest marks are the ones that go to the colleges. At least that makes you look better.
 
Now we come to the essay writing part of the application process. Colleges ask all manner of questions for the applicant to write about. The most common are: Who are you? and Why do you want to attend X college? Others are more philosophical, What is something that distressed you and what did you do about it? Or When did you take leadership in a situation? Who is your hero and why?
 
Every now and then, Ben looks up from his computer and says, “Do they know we are all just lying?” In other words, what they would write if they were honest, especially about why you want to go to that university is, “Let me in and I’ll like you and when I graduate with a good job, I’ll send you money. I’ll seek to make you proud of me, just LET ME IN!” or perhaps “I need the money and I’m hoping you will give it to me.”
 
Ben is or has applied to 11 different colleges and universities. I thought deadlines were later for internationals, but either they changed the deadlines or I read that wrongly. Most of the deadlines are January 1, a few on January 15. There are “rolling deadlines”. You can apply throughout the year and if accepted, start in a semester other than in the Fall. The schools he is applying to, for the most part, do not do that. Actually, it is better for students to all start at once, get to know each other, go through orientation together and form a solid community. If you come in late, you can miss all that.
 
Most of the colleges to which he has applied accept the “common application”. This is a wonderful cooperative effort that enables a student to complete one application with all the usual, but necessary information, including financial information, and do that ONE time instead of repeating it for each institution.  There is even an essay that goes with the Common App. If all institutions would accept just that, it would be much easier, however, that is not the case. While some colleges are willing to consider an applicant with one essay, most of them want more than that. So, the 11 colleges Ben is applying to require a total of 33 essays. Some could be reworked and used for similar questions, but even that takes a lot of time. He has spent HOURS and DAYS working on these essays.
 
The deadline of January 1 came, and he finally pressed “SEND” on the Common App. About 11 pm, he wondered if they had gone through. He checked, and realized to his horror that each essay had to be sent in separately. He leapt into action, and got the essays in before the midnight deadline. When he told me about it the next morning, my heart nearly stopped.
 
He has three more schools to apply to, and the deadline is in two days. One of them does not accept the Common App, so that one has to be done from scratch. Sigh. Then, we sit back and wait for the decisions, which are due on April 1.
 
One good thing about the essays: he has had a LOT of writing practice. Now that he is taking Senior English, he is writing a lot in that class. One assignment is to write in a journal each day. Ben described it as “writing about some random topic”. He has LOTS of random topics on his computer, thanks to the 33 essays! So, he’s probably good to go on the journal entries for a couple of months.

​On Monday, I sent the latest versions of the essays to a colleague at Johnson University, where I work. This time, I sent it to the Student Advisor who helps students get into graduate school. He quickly replied and said both essays were good, and Ben should do well wherever he ended up. That was really encouraging!
 
The applications and other information went in on November 1 as required. On November 3, Ben already had an interview with Duke University set up for November 10 here in Knoxville. I went to my colleague to find out how to prepare for that interview. He gave me a lot of good suggestions, but he also mentioned how we could best make use of our planned college visit. As I walked away from that meeting, I realized that God had set up that sequence of visit and interview at just the right time. My faith gets shaky, but then something like that happens, and I realize God is in control.
 
Having worked so hard to get the applications in, Ben went on a church retreat Nov 3-5. I picked him up on the 5th and we drove over to Raleigh. It’s a long way over there – about 6.5 hours.
 
On Monday, we headed to NC State for the 10:00 session and tour. It is a HUGE university, and they have very little interest in diversity. There are no known international scholarships, so while we enjoyed the presentation, we didn’t stay for the tour. We drove around the campus a bit, and found Ben was not great at map reading.
 
Our appointment for Duke was at 2:00. We arrived early and got a parking sticker, wandered about the campus a bit and enjoyed some of their great food. Duke is a much smaller university, but very “family-like”. The information session and tour were nicely done, and by the end, we were both amazed at the opportunities that were offered.
 
Over the past weeks, we have been getting in various bits of information: financial statements, transcripts, teacher recommendations. Ben’s Art teacher had no trouble putting her recommendation up on the link Ben sent her. But his English teacher couldn’t make it work, even after he sent it three times. So, in desperation, he sent her the admissions office email. I think that has gone in now.
 
Then there was the ACT debacle.  Ben took his ACT test on October 28, a Saturday. We’ve been waiting for his scores to come out, but as of November 16, they are not available. On November 14, Ben attended a Senior meeting at his school where the students were told the ACT had sent the wrong test books, and so could not verify the scores. Those tests would not even be graded. The only compensation was that the next test wouldn’t cost them anything. When scores are required for scholarships, and the due date is coming up immediately, that is not a lot of comfort.
 
Thankfully, Ben had taken the SAT last year as a 10th grader. The score wasn’t bad for his first effort, so I had him send that score to Duke. He also sent an email explaining about the ACT scores. I asked his counselor at Bearden to send a letter to Duke explaining the situation. On the 15th, she phoned me to say that Ben’s scores were not affected. The test that went wrong was a “free” one that Bearden provided for Seniors. Since Ben had taken his on Saturday, not a weekday, his test was valid. WHEW! I felt we had dodged another bullet!
 
Then, upon reflection, I realized that the standardized test scores HAVE to be in by Nov 17 or the application is canceled. If the ACT scores didn’t make it by then, we would be out of luck. But, having sent the SAT scores, it kept the application alive. So, while it was a heart-stopping experience, it has served to protect the application.  The good news is, the ACT scores came out on the 17th and went straight to Duke.
 
Now all that can be done has been done. We wait for the final decision on December 15. If the answer is “Yes”, we’re done! (Listen for shouts of praise and rejoicing.) If the answer is “No”, then we start over with a new set of colleges. There is no “Delay” decision for International students. Thankfully, applications for international students are later than for US students, so we will have until April for most of them.
 
God is not unaware of what we need, and makes sure we do it, even when we can’t understand what is happening at the time. We wait in hope.

I expected that this would be an exciting trip to North Carolina because I would get to visit Raleigh/Durham, and my dream university, Duke, and finally meet my friend who I had not seen since she came to the US in tenth grade. However, my exciting trip to NC came after an amazing camp to Doe River Gorge in Tennessee. After the camp, Leoma picked me up so we could go to visit colleges in NC.
We went to Doe River on Friday. Apart from the fact that it was a Friday and the fact that I would also get two days the following week away from school, I was particularly excited to get to go for that camp and just relax, and not think about school or homework. (It’s the best feeling ever!!)
Doe River was the perfect place to get to hang out with my new friends and just be myself. The environment was kind of cold but most of the time we were just running around so it was fine. I slept in a cabin with about eight other of my friends. We were put into small groups of about 10 random people and had fun group games. We carved pumpkins and made pumpkin snowmen. We played a game where you were supposed to use the carved pumpkins to fill an empty container with water by passing the pumpkin in a line. We also played this particularly fun game where we put the carved pumpkins on our heads and sprinted up a small hill and back down. After that, you passed the pumpkin to the next of your group members and they had to do the same.
After that, we had time to play other games that interested us. We had a football game, the boys vs the girls. It was different because they were on their feet and the boys played while kneeling. You may be surprised to know that the boys actually did win. The girls had on their military shirts on and black paint on their faces and looked ‘ready for battle’ but we still one in our sandals and shorts J.
We then went for a ride on the unimog. We went up the mountains and drove through the nearby creek and did all sorts of crazy stunts while screaming our lungs out from fright and being thrilled.
My friend Preston and I had a chance to ride on the zip line at Doe River. IT WAS AWESOME!!! The line ended in a small pool that was terribly cold. That made it difficult for me to get out after the ride. That and the fact that I cannot still swim (I’ll be taking classes next month I think).
After two days, the fun was over and we had to go back home. However, I did not go back with the rest because I was to visit colleges with Leoma in North Carolina.
We drove on for about four hours and got to Raleigh at night, checked in at a hotel, and slept without a word!
The next day, we visited North Carolina State University and then visited Duke. Duke was more exciting. It is a pretty campus and the buildings are also amazing. The community was very welcoming as well. I got encouraged by the number of opportunities at the University and can’t stop praying that I get in.
Later that day we met up with my friend, Jaye, from Kenya and her dad for dinner. We had a wonderful time but what I enjoyed most about that meeting was finally a chance to get to be myself and talk to somebody who fully understood me and my experiences. We also took lots of pictures at the restaurant.
Leoma and I slept at the hotel and prepared ourselves to leave for Knoxville on that Tuesday. I was more than glad to hear that that day was voting day which meant no school which meant more sleep ( I always equate days away from school to how many hours of sleep they are J)
It was definitely the best weekend ever!
 
 

Duke University accepts what is called the Common Application. Thankfully, a number of colleges have agreed on one application form, which is pretty extensive. However, if you only have to fill out one and then send it to multiple colleges, it saves a lot of effort. Unfortunately, Michigan State and Arizona State have not signed up to the Common App. Ben began the process of filling out the Common App, and eventually the Michigan and Arizona applications as well. But then, as all college applicants learn, there is the dread ESSAY!
 
Ben had been working on his essay: Who are you? Having never really been trained in how to write an essay in the first place, this proved a challenge. Halle was able to give some ideas, and he worked on it while his mother was around to help give him ideas. He took the result to his counselor at school who offered some suggestions. After a significant re-write, I took the essay in to an essay reader at Johnson University. She tore it apart, and gave me a lot of good suggestions as to how to approach this project.
 
We went back to the drawing board. We spent hours researching the mission statements and descriptions of the kinds of students the colleges wanted from their websites. Ben was making notes, but he was a bit overwhelmed by the whole process for a day or so.
 
I got a call from the school counselor. She needed to be given access to the Common App to do her part, and Ben had not yet added her. We fixed that problem immediately. Also, he didn’t have a teacher reference, so I encouraged him to ask his Art teacher. As soon as she was asked, she wrote out the recommendation letter! She didn’t need any information from him. She already knew what to write about him! It was done in a day.
 
Thursday evening, we were invited to a dinner, and ended up sitting with a very friendly banker. He and his wife had hosted several international students in their home, and he engaged Ben in conversation. That seemed to be a turning point for Ben. On the way home, he said that after the ACT test on Saturday, he wanted to stay home and work on his essays. That was music to my ears.
 
For our devotional reading on Friday morning, we looked at 2 Corinthians 6. It is basically Paul’s Who Am I essay. We looked briefly at how he had presented himself and the opposition he had faced. What great timing!
 
On Friday, he began writing an essay about why he wanted to study engineering. I asked him what he had said thus far. Was it something that would make a college want to pay him $40,000 a year for? “No!” was the reply. Well, we had better work on it. By the end of the evening, he had an amazing essay!
 
On Saturday morning before taking the ACT, our reading was from Isaiah 26 reminded us that “all we have accomplished is really from (God)”. Also, that passages says God “will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, all whose thoughts are fixed on you!”
 
It is early Sunday morning as I write this. The applications are due in on Wednesday. Yesterday afternoon, Ben began to think again about his Who Am I essay.  As we had read over the description of the type of students Duke wants in their engineering department, it seemed they were describing Ben. I told him that I thought Duke was his college, and he just had to help them see that. He looked at me for a bit, and then said, “Do you think I can really get into Duke?”
 
“Yes,” was my immediate response. “That is your school! “
 
Inspired, he began to write and didn’t move for nearly three hours. His mind was racing with ideas. When he finished, he said, “I’m fried. There is nothing left to say.”
 
The essay has 300 words too many, but that is easily remedied with some editing. I haven’t read it yet, but expect to find it much better than the previous efforts. Every now and then, he would look over at me and catch my eye. He seemed to say, “I believe I can do this, do you?” My eyes would say, “yes”, and he would take off again. It was truly an inspired evening for him.
 
As I think about it now, in the early hours of Sunday, I realize that this year has been on a path that none of us could see. The timing of events that turned the course of our direction, the intervention of teachers and individuals, the contacts, the opportunities have all directed us. I see God’s hand clearly in these events. God has a plan and a purpose. I think that plans for Ben include Duke, but even if it doesn’t, I know that wherever he ends up, God will have put him there, and used me to help facilitate it. What a journey!

​As I look back on the past year, I begin to see the path along which Ben and I have been traveling. Our association has not been accidental, but I believe it is according to a divine plan that I’m only beginning to see.
 
I was assisting Ben with his school fees in Kenya, and could very well have left my involvement to doing that for another year (this year). It would have been cheaper, and certainly less demanding on me.  But in February 2017 I re-read a thank you note that Ben had sent me, likely at his mother’s prompting. He mentioned how much he hoped to come to the US to study. It was almost like a switch flipped in me, and I wanted that to happen as well.
 
A dialogue began with Ben’s mother, Clene, to see if such a plan could be developed. I had no idea what it would involve, and neither did she. However, it was clear that I would need some kind of guardianship in order to make the necessary decisions and actions for Ben.
 
In March, I was seeing my estate attorney about some other matters, and asked him to prepare a guardianship letter for me to take care of Ben. Several weeks and several hundred dollars later, I had the letter. But I also had talked with the woman preparing the document, and she mentioned that I needed to contact the Board of Education to start the visa process. She also mentioned that I would probably have to pay for Ben’s education, and that could be several thousand dollars. Up to that point, I somehow thought I could do all this through the high school. Oh how naïve I was!
 
So, I began tracking down the correct person, and discovered Mr. Hartsell. I worked with him to get the visa process started. There were a few conversations that could have sufficiently put me off that I could have dropped the whole idea. But somehow, I couldn’t let it go.
 
At the end of June, we finally got the last of the documents that were needed to apply for the visa to the US. The interview was scheduled in July, and Ben’s school let out at the end of July. Our travel back to the US was booked for August 1. At the interview, many of the applicants were turned down, but within about five minutes, Ben’s visa was approved. When his mother collected the passport with the visa, it was good for five years!
 
We traveled as planned on August 1, and began the process of becoming acquainted. Still jet lagged, we finally managed to get all the paperwork done and money paid to get Ben into school. He got set up with a plan to graduate as a Junior in May 2018. The school has been amazing at working with us to put Ben in the classes he most needs to take.
 
Then we began the process of trying to get this young man in to college. I haven’t had to apply to college for a very long time, and the procedures and requirements have certainly changed! Fortunately, I knew Meryl. She has worked with her own children and a lot of homeschoolers, and has trained herself to become a guidance counselor of sorts. She sat down with me for an hour to explain such terms as “Early Decision” versus “Early Action”, how to get a scholarship and many other useful pieces of information.
 
Armed with this new knowledge, and having heard from many people about the importance of community service, I got Ben signed up to help with a Habitat project, working with refugee kids, and made sure he went along with the church youth group to help serve meals at a homeless shelter. At this point, it is October, and he has been in the country less than three months.
 
In the midst of all of this activity, I’ve also taken a part-time position as an adjunct professor at Johnson University. One day, in September, I was glancing over various bits of information on the Johnson website and noticed there was a US News survey of top colleges. I went to the link, and found some very helpful spreadsheets and resources for exploring colleges. For some weeks, Ben and I were researching possible colleges and trying to figure out what his career goals really were. He has strengths in math and physics and an interest in astronomy. How does that all come together?
 
Various men that he met began to talk about engineering, and that lead to thinking about aeronautical engineering.  I doubt he had ever thought about such a career in Kenya, as that is not a typical major there. The more he thought about it, the better he liked the idea. So, that helped us narrow our search.
 
At the advice of the school counselor, Ben was dutifully signed up for the ACT and the PSAT. He began attending practice sessions three afternoons a week to prepare for the tests.
 
During Fall Break in October, Ben’s mother and sister were able to spend some days with us. His sister, Halle, is studying at Wellesley on a full MasterCard scholarship. She knew a lot about how that scholarship worked, and pointed out that Duke University worked with MasterCard in the same way that Wellesley did. She explained that private schools choose who gets the MC scholarships while public schools, like Michigan State or Arizona State leave it to MC to decide who they support. We had Duke on our list, along with a number of other colleges. Suddenly, Duke became a more serious focus.
 
As we continued to discuss how to approach these applications, Halle suggested that we ask for an Early Decision from Duke. Yikes! I had been warned away from Early Decisions because if they accept you, you have to go there. If you back out, you can get blackballed, and can’t get in anywhere! Upon further investigation, however, if they accept you for Early Decision, they also have to offer you a scholarship that is acceptable to your family. That worked for us!
 
Halle also remembered that there was an application that had to be completed for the financial aid package. Thankfully, Ben’s mother was still here, and together they were able to complete that!  What great timing.
 

I couldn’t finish this story about school without mentioning sports. I love soccer partly because I can play it well ( I played for the school team in middle school and my class team at MHSK) and also because almost everybody in Kenya just loves soccer. At MHSK, we had games like basketball, volleyball, handball, soccer, swimming and yeah, that’s just about it! However, the further you go with your education the less your need for sports is perceived to be. Therefore, since I was a junior we had a 40-minute-long sports class once a week. This wasn’t so bad for the freshmen and sophomores because they could play some more during their free time from 4-6 PM after school. Juniors and seniors for the most part would just sleep for that one hour because of the tiring days we had. 
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I don’t play much at Bearden currently because it’s not yet boys’ soccer season yet. Luckily I got a bike from one of our friends and it makes sure I have something to do every day after school, apart from justifying why I can eat pizza every day for lunch at school! J We also have a really nice soccer coach at Bearden who I am really looking forward to working with next spring.
 
That basically sums up the major change that I have had coming here. It is less stressful and I still feel tired after a day at school because they are also mentally challenging which is a good thing. I am eager to see what other changes I may have to experience during my stay here but still, I thank God that it he made it possible for me to study here.
 

​Let me give you an insight into what a day at Moi High School, Kabarak (MHSK) looks like. On a normal weekday, seniors are expected to be in class by 5 AM while juniors, sophomores and freshmen are to be in class by 5:30 AM. At 6 we would go and have breakfast at the dining hall till around 6:20. ( It still amazes me how the 1000 of us managed to have our meals within that short period of time!) Juniors and Seniors would then have classes begin at 6:30 till 7:20 after which we would go for School Parade; here we would sing the National Anthem and get any announcements there were for the week.
 
Classes for the whole school would then begin at 7:50 and go on till 10:35. We would then have a tea break up to 11 AM. From there classes would proceed for the next two hours after which we had lunch at 1PM till 2PM. After that, classes would continue up to four. (These were my hardest classes because I was full from the lunch I just had and the weather was more often than not warm and just perfect for a nap J. I always struggled to keep my eyes open.)
 
We would then have a break until 6 PM where one could go back to the dorm and maybe wash clothes or change for sports or even just sleep. However, juniors and seniors had to be in class at 5PM for remedial classes until 6PM. Supper was served for the whole school at 6 and would end at 6:30. Night preps would then begin at that time. Unfortunately for Juniors and Seniors, we would again have remedial classes from 6:30 to 7:30 while sophomores would have their remedial classes begin from 7:30 to 9:30 when they would end and everybody then went to sleep after that. Sometimes teachers would decide to keep students in class longer or ask them to wake up earlier than 5AM for extra remedial lessons.
 
So you may ask whether we had any time to revise our notes or complete assignments, well, the time for you to complete assignments was the time that you did not have a teacher in class so you may decide to get up earlier, or go to bed later than others or eat your lunch quickly; you were to avail time for yourself. And that is the reason I know a lot of stuff!!!At Bearden however, I have a pretty simplified program. Classes begin at 8:30 and break at 1 PM for lunch. I then have one remaining class which begins at 2 and ends at 3:30. No night preps, no remedial classes, sometimes no homework! J. For some classes we can even just take a walk around school or just play games at the gym. It’s a really relaxed education system compared to MHSK and quite frankly I love it!