Maybe covid doesn't exist in this alternate universe so they keep asking why a 6 months process is taking 2+ years.Okay, here some story to return the attention to FSW-O people's stories guys. There is no need to talk about other programs, refugees etc. in FSW-O thread. There are many other threads for other programs.
I hired a teacher from Scotland to prepare for the IELTS exams in early 2019. I had to get 8 out of 9 in order to make my CRS eligible for immigration. After months of preparation I failed, and failed again. Even though I started studying at 04:30 in the morning, went to my full-time job, then continued studying until 23:00 everyday for months, I failed twice. I got a general score of 7.5 from IELTS (writing 6.5). It was enough to study anything in Canada, but wasn't enough for immigration. After all, I was lacking that expensive Canadian education, and I had to be much better than inlanders to be eligible for FSW. I had been struggling to pay for more lessons due to terrible exchange rate of my local currency, but at some point something magical happened.
My teacher knew that I wasn't a rich kid, studying IELTS just to get an average score to study in a paid school in Canada with dady's money. She knew I was trying to change my life, change the geography I was born in, the people and the lifestyle I don't feel belong to. She knew I wanted to breath. I've never asked, but somehow she offered me free lessons, as much as I want. (Even just offering this could have cost her, her job if the company between us learned that.) We studied late in the nights, until I see her blue eyes turn into red from sleeplessness on my computer screen. She told me, "You'll pass it. I'm with you no matter how long it will take, you'll pass it. We'll get you out of your country." It was no longer about passing an exam, it was about changing someone's life. She sent me books internationally, and not only language books but also encouraging ones for absolutely free.
I passed the exam with an 8, a month and a half after my last failed attempt. She was the first person whom I shared the good news with, even before my own family. We filled my immigration forms together, and we've been in touch since then. Time passed... A month, a year, two years passed since my ITA. Today she wrote to me again, asking wheter my Canadian immigration situation has improved or not. It hurts still writing an explanation, an excuse to that person after all she did for me out of kindness and pure goodness of her heart. I still remember her red eyes encouraging me and trying to teach me a bit more, late in the nights, and I feel like a piece of shit for failing to do my part in this story.
Answering to my colleagues, family, friends about why a 6-month immigration process took 2 years and still going on is something. I can face it, I am infact facing it every f.cking day. But I no longer have the energy and the face to answer her anymore.