I completely underestimated how difficult college would be as a mature student (age 30). I'm a smart person, I like to read, I'm inquisitive and I love to learn. I didn't do badly in school (all those years ago) and I thought my life experience would stand to me. Don't get me wrong; I never expected college to be a walk in the park either, but it was certainly more challenging than I had predicted. I felt so bogged down by the heavy workload. Failing an assignment almost broke me. I spent three days crying and beating myself up over my idiocy at not getting it right. That week in November the critic in me fought hard with my pride to leave college and succumb to the thought that I wasn't good enough. Pride won through. Determination wouldn't let me give up. How happy I am now that I stuck with it! I know it's only first year and it doesn't count towards my degree but it means the world to me that I came out with first class honours in three modules and second class in one module (that one assignment brought me down grrr!) I'm shamelessly boasting here but I am so proud of myself that I don't care! I poured my heart and soul in to first semester and those results have shown me what I'm really capable of. Probably for the first time since starting college in September 2014 I actually think I could be a really good occupational therapist when I graduate.
So often we are too quick and ready to criticise our faults and our failures. I think it's important to celebrate our achievements and that's exactly what I'm doing all this weekend!
This is me, feeling on top of the world!⬇️
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