The worst part of living abroad, without question, is applying to international schools. I hate it! Hate it! Hate it! Hate it!
Here are three things I would rather do than international school applications:
1. Brush my teeth in hot water for a month.
2. Sleep with kittens licking my face all night.
3. Trip and fall, face first, into my own bowl of lentil soup in the embassy restaurant during the lunch-hour rush.
Nevertheless, I just sent in: 3 student information forms, 6 report cards from the school in Amman, 3 report cards from the school in Taipei, 3 teacher reports, 3 parent input forms, copies of 3 passports, 3 immunization records (from birth), 1 parent information form and 1 contract for enrollment. That totals 26 documents–some with as many as 5 pages. My writing hand is cramped, my eyes are bleary and there is smoke coming from my scanner. But I did it! The documents are, at this very moment, recovering from jet-lag from their long 3 second journey from my iMac in Amman to some school administrator’s inbox in Johannesburg.
After hitting the send button, I raised my arms in the air, threw my head back and yelled, “Yes! I did it!” One more international school application process is in the history books!