<p>I’m speaking from the perspective of a foreign student among other foreign students in the US. All of us passed the TOEFL requirement, usually 550 or so (ye olde scoring). There were people that, with months of coaching, could score a 550. I walked in, scored a 610 on my first try, and that was all she wrote.</p>
<p>Now, there’s 550’s and there’s 550’s. 550, or acceptable to study in the US of A, is barely “Me Tarzan, you Jane” level English. If Ms. 550 comes in to study Marketing at a directional state university, chances are she’ll do fine. If she goes to Cornell to study Nukular Engineering, well, good luck with that.</p>
<p>Most foreign students don’t begin to comprehend how badly they speak and write. To this day I remember a Malaysian buddy who sent me an email “Hey Turbo, I will see you yesterday”. I kid you not…  Maybe I was a bit more sensitive than most students as I was researching my graduate work in computational linguistics, and had to understand English grammar 100% in order to program the VAX to understand it…</p>
<p>After a couple years I could read a couple paragraphs of someone’s term paper or homework or class notes or what not and determine where they’re from, merely by the types of mistakes they did. Hilarious. Bunch of missing articles? XXXXXX. Disregard for tenses? YYYYYYY. What’s a verb? ZZZZZZ. Impossibly long winded sentences? Elbonian :). </p>
<p>Bottom line, don’t underestimate the language part, and the side effects that go with it. In the US the system is flexible enough to allow one to take, say, 1 year worth of intensive ESOL (english as a second language), maybe 2 summers before and after, and a slightly reduced load the first year and catch up in the summer. I would not count on such flexibility in other countries. </p>
<p>Of course, German universities could be as writing-challenged as Elbonian ones. We never did much writing, it was all design work, homeworks, and the occasional multi-page project but not the treatises I see my daughter produce in architecture school here…</p>
<p>Mind ya, I’m not claiming my 610 was good either. I had zero experience speaking other than with the Canadian wife of my cousin (OMG I thought Canada spoke English) and all the Benny Hill episodes I watched did not prepare me for my first epic failure at the Kentucky Fried Chicken at Johnston St. in Lafayette, LA. The cashier asked me “to eat here or go”, but that came out devoid of spaces and vowels, sort of “tethrorg”. After tethrorg’ing me a few times she dumped my order on a tray… I never ate at KFC again for some reason, interestingly enough (Popeye’s chicken is what we eat down there).</p>