By AMY WILSON-CHAPMAN
It’s Christmas Day 1994.
I’m surrounded by turkey, ham, salads and enough food to feed us for the next four days; my father, mother, two older sisters and their partners are arguing about my high school prospects.
The debate is heated: “this is her future we’re talking about”, they say.
Should I go to a private school or should I, like my siblings, attend the local public school?
What will give me the best start to life?
It wasn’t the first time this discussion had raged at the dinner table.
My thoughts were simple: I didn’t like the private school uniform (an a-line dress, a tie in winter and some very ugly shoes!) and I didn’t want to leave my friends.
The ongoing debate, which extended much beyond my direct family, drove me around the twist as the pros and cons of each option were constantly discussed.
Little did I realise that at just 11-years-old I had already received more education than most in Nepal.
Just 55 per cent of Nepal’s 30 million people have ‘ever attended’ school, according to the Nepal Living Standards Survey in 2011.
Though that’s not surprising given United Nations data reveals a disturbing primary school dropout rate of 38.3 per cent.
So while Australians receive an average of 12 years of schooling, Nepalese children receive just 3.2 years.
Last November (2012) I crossed the beautiful, and famous, Nepalese countryside.