Why I Failed, Part V

I made a friend from a local university. One day he shared with me why so few Ghanians go to a university, even though the cost of tuition is relatively low. He told me that in Ghana, it's impossible to work and go to school at the same time. On further questioning, he explained that most businesses required their employees to work regular hours and wouldn't accommodate a class schedule. When I asked about night classes, he admitted that there are some, but told me that after working all day people are tired, and couldn't possibly be expected to then attend a night class.
I know it's not politically correct to disagree with the work ethic of a culture, so I probably broke every rule in the book. It's unfortunate for my friend that I killed myself to work my way through school under the standards of a culture that didn't mind such things. Let's hope it never gets out that I suggested that there might be a problem with his (and his country's) philosophy on working through school. I should have kept in mind that each way of thinking is just different, not wrong... even if it prevents people from receiving the benefits of a university education. How could I forget that? How could I care that a lack of determination to further themselves despite overwhelming odds would hold them back? Those were my morals, not theirs.
That's why I failed.