If most of us are adamant to this question, well, Stephen isn’t. And he’s got an email to prove it.
Overqualified! This is what Stephen got, through email, from the organizers of the ten day Camp Blog about his disqualification to attend the affair. It informed him that it was because he fared far above the criteria set for the project. Normally, one can only either be qualified or otherwise, but overqualified? This is what Stephen couldn’t quite understand. Shaking his head with a dent of smile anyone would conjure as a sign of disbelief, he narrated how he felt the first time he read the letter. He said, “I was so frustrated, I was so emotional and felt so helpless.” Suddenly I didn’t know how to feel because apparently he was so distraught I was beginning to regret having brought up this topic. Anyway, I thought it’s too late to stop right there and so I decided to continue with what I was intent to do for that day.
“So what did you do afterwards?,” I asked. “I wrote a letter”, he said.
To whom?
To CICT.
What did you say?
That it was unfair to disqualify somebody who did their very best to make it on the On-line English Proficiency Test that they were administering prior to selecting those who will be included in the Camp Blog.
Citing the score that he got from the test, with hands clasp and intermittently looking up the heaven as if he was trying to appeal to God and said, “I really wanted to be included in the list.” I asked why and he said it’s because since he will be in his last year of high school, he felt that that might be the last time he will be attending this kind of training.”
Is that all?, I asked.
He looked back at me and told me that the he told his classmates already that he is attending.
I realized then that this kid is apparently smart but is not used to handling frustrations. I don’t know if the sound of carpenters pounding hard with their hammers at the background is capable of piping down sudden swings of emotion, I tried to find resolution to our obviously gloomy discussion. I asked him if CICT responded to his concerns and he said yes. He explained that he was overqualified because the organizers have set certain score limits. Incidentally he got a score far exceeding the range which convinced the organizers, given the extent of competence he exhibited though the test, that he may not benefit anymore from the training.
Emphasizing that though he even scored higher than his teacher who took the test, he just accepted the explanation of the Camp Blog organizers. At this point I was a bit ambivalent whether he was being humble, a little bit proud or downright honest, I didn’t care anymore.
So before I decided to wrap up my interview, I saw him gasped air helluvahlot as if preparing to do or say something. I was right. In seconds past, he said, “But I really wanted to be in the list.” The first time I heard him say it, I thought he just blurted it out like any impulsive teenager who seemed to have bought a lifetime supply of immunity to say whatever he wants say, so God help him. He added, “I hope they will reconsider.”
Days later, CICT called up his teacher to inform them that six slots are still available and that it was decided that Stephen might as well attend anyway. Learning about this development, Stephen asked permission from his Dad. Suddenly, his sulky mood was back again. I asked what his Dad said. Recollecting their conversation, Stephen said that his Dad was strongly hesitant. He said that his Dad commented that it’s hard enough that his son got frustrated the first time, and he would only be a “panakip butas” this time. I asked him how he felt about that conversation and replied to me that he had to accede. Then for the third time, he said again, “But I wanted to be in the list.”
After that I was convinced that this boy can make up his mind on anything, and make it iron clad solid. Eventually he convinced his father to come along.
Stephen got an attitude that may strike others as an utter arrogance, upfront even. In a society where being vocal about their feelings may seem a little too much or disrespectful to others, Stephen was just trying to be honest. He knows what he wants and is unrelenting to find how to get it.
Stephen has been on top of his class almost his entire school life. He heads a chosen number of students whose interest in Information and Communications Technology practically sets them apart to other students.
So what’s in name anyway? Probably a lot. Stephen’s family name is Paraan, a derivative of the tagalog term “maparaan” which means “resourcefulness”. A coincidence? Maybe. But we have to agree nonetheless-he is living up to his name, at least, by every chance he gets.