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At the time I got the news about the new indulgences of parents, I was drinking a nice cup of ginger chai which shot up my nose and burned my nasal passages. I’d just learned that many Indian-American parents had begun hiring college counselors the summer after their child finished eighth grade. Several were willing to fork over $25,000 for four years of force-feeding and application-fattening to ready their child for harvest by top colleges.

A decade ago, when our high school senior was applying to colleges, an ex-admissions officer took a quick look at my daughter’s application and wrote me the following sorry note.
“The truth is, other kids (especially Indians) have the same test scores, the same (often exactly the same) extra-curriculars, and have taken more (I know—it seems unreasonable) AP courses and have done better. That’s just the nature of the pool. The fact is, as is the case for Chinese-Americans (whose parents came through Taiwan) there’s a weird anti-affirmative action going on. When the kids look so similar on paper, it becomes very hard for them to distinguish themselves, and no college wants its class to be homogeneous. The truth is, other than the UCs, she’s composed a list of many of the most selective schools in the country who have thousands of applicants who look just like her.”

In the race for the best college, parents like me forgot that what made a child unique and interesting was exactly what made anyone memorable in a roomful of strangers. In real life, that was how most people picked partners—and even handymen.

When our attic ladder spat out its spring and nail one morning in June on what was the second hottest day of the year, I called around for service estimates. Most of the men I reached intoned the same mantra: x dollars per hour, y dollars for every additional hour. One handyman said I might need to replace the attic ladder. He sounded like the doctor who, having looked at a broken rib of his patient, brokered the idea for a whole new spine. But one gentleman, Don, a carpenter by trade, engaged in a conversation. He was the only one who asked me thoughtful, pointed questions about the ladder before giving me a quote. Before he hung up, he pressed me to consider him for the job. “Anything with wood is my area of specialty, trust me,” he said. The gentleman arrived home at 7 p.m. and my attic ladder was back in operation by 8 p.m. Don sold himself quickly by showing me how he was a fit for the job. He had the personal touch as well because he realized that with the attic open on such a day the house would get very hot. Above all, I heard the passion in his voice for his work.

I realized that I’d rarely seen children from my community working in small businesses around town. Was this because those “blue collar” jobs sent a message to our children about what was “acceptable” in a community that equated success to college degrees and corporate careers?

The things that distinguish us were often the skills we’d honed over many years—without regard to the end results. But more poignant than hard work or the acquiring of a skill was the randomness that often skewed our lives. We were products of experiences that changed us in some profound way—a chance encounter, a friend’s sudden observation, a mentor’s wisdom, a day’s hike up by the redwoods or a job opportunity at a local store.

When my daughter was a few years into college, her friend asked her why she had never worked an odd job while she was in high school. He had worked at Starbucks as a barista. Working with people from many different backgrounds had exposed him to many who did not have his privileges. He felt their resentment sometimes, because they were putting themselves through college by working. It was also his first time reporting to someone who cut him a check. Along with a sense of responsibility came the most humbling lesson of the real world: The customer was always right (even when he wasn’t).

When I heard this story, I was forced to confront my own biases. I realized that I’d rarely seen children from my community working in small businesses around town. Was this because those “blue collar” jobs sent a message to our children about what was “acceptable” in a community that equated success to college degrees and corporate careers?

College counseling services were useful in the short term—to improve SAT numbers, and to work on specific skills—but they reinforced a limited definition of success when, in the real world, the road to success had many bylanes leading to it. Instead of finding ways to motivate our children, we jumped onto the college bandwagon—the earlier the better. We tried to get our children to do what all the others were doing, fostering the clone mentality that epitomized our community.

By letting a consultant shape our child’s mind in his most formative years, we too became fearmongers, telling our ninth grader that he must pick this and drop that because that would impress a particular college, suggesting that he was an assembly line product to be shaped, packaged and shipped. Unfortunately, outfits that packaged children over a four-year period were not much more than the Classic Car Wash shops located around the Bay Area. The end product was spanking clean. The interior smelt nicer. But everyone knew there had been no engine overhaul.

Kalpana Mohan writes from California’s Silicon Valley.


Disclaimer: The opinions expressed within this article are the personal opinions of the author. The facts and opinions appearing in the article do not reflect the views of India Currents and India Currents does not assume any responsibility or liability for the same.

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