It took two years of hammering out the details, but BOSP administrators officially made the decision to move forward with a 2014 summer quarter program in Santiago and also recently announced the plans for one in Cape Town in 2015.
The first round of applications to Stanford’s Bing Overseas Studies Program (BOSP) Spring 2013 programs will close next Sunday, Oct. 14. BOSP currently has 11 locations – Australia, Beijing, Berlin, Cape Town, Florence, Kyoto, Madrid, Moscow, Oxford, Paris and Santiago. The Daily took a look at the long-term study abroad program’s evolution.
There is, however, reason to hope for the children of Khayelitsha. We visited the Center of Science and Technology (COSAT), a school that has been declared one of the best in South Africa. COSAT educates the poor children of Khayelitsha free of charge, using funding from non-governmental organizations (NGOs). Adolescents from grades eight to 12 are given rigorous educational training–they attend school from Monday to Saturday and receive subsidized transportation and free lunch. The funding, teacher dedication and student passion for learning, despite parental apathy in many cases, ensures that these children have a chance to attend tertiary educational institutions once they graduate from COSAT. The school’s matriculation rate is 83 percent! COSAT has set an example in the region, with other schools attempting to copy its model.
I glanced down at my cup of boiled river water. My coffee would be brown before I even put the grounds in.
That morning, I had awoken in a sandy sleeping bag, greeted by the sun rising over the chain of mountains before me. Not to mention the growing chatter of 30 or so other students who had also sniffed out breakfast.
Such was camping down Orange River. And after a long day of rowing, we would sleep on South African sand one night and on Namibian shores the next, with no tents — just an endless sprinkling of stars overhead. It was like being in one of those 360-degree planetarium exhibits, but without the stuffy room and nasal monotone of the docent.
It’s 9 a.m. on Saturday morning, and I’m at the Cape Town minibus taxi rank. It’s already sunny out, and the wind is strong. My friend and I walk towards the Nyanga line, and as we approach we are beckoned into the minibus at the front of the line…