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ATSWA induction comes up in June


Congratulations to the latest professionals (application students) those who passed the concluded ATS III exams. The result according to source was pasted in Pye tuition house on Thursday 30th,  April and also in Password  Tutorial centre (beside Unilag). 

The date for the induction which has been scheduled for 10th and 11th of June.  Induction is strictly for members who have paid for the induction. It's expected of every new AAT to be pay up their induction fees before or on 15th May,  2015.

The following are required for the induction payment :

First,  pay the sum of N24,500 and N450 to any of these banks (First Bank, Skye Bank, Zenith Bank; these banks am certain of) using one deposit slip. 

Get the following documents ready for submission:

Result slip from ATS I-III (these can be gotten from the ICAN site)

The O-level certificate or result print out used while registering for the ATS level.

Birth certificate or Affidavit.

The he induction form(after completing it online and submitting your print out)

The ATS registration certificate will also be printed online. 

NB: a code will be given to you, that is,  if the candidate doesn't have any previously.  Best bet,  get to the I.T department at ICAN office to check and give you the code. 

I wish all candidates and professionals success in their forthcoming exams,  commencing from 19th Tuesday of this month.  





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