So I’ve recently had a disappointment. I think it’s unusual
for some, but I tend to get over these things quite quickly. No fuss, no mess.
On to the next thing. It got me thinking about the students and how they feel
during the process of exams. The build up, the waiting, the doing and then the
waiting for the results that never come until that last weekend in August.
Nervous telephone calls or hands shaking as they open the brown envelopes that
determine where you will go next.
This is a problem. We take for granted that our actions,
judged by others, will determine where we will go. It works all the way through
school. Do well, move up, do badly move down, bump along and you’ll stay where
you are. Leave school and you get a tick and sent up to old buildings and older
people who spend far too much time on their own research and not enough
teaching you anything useful, or you get cast aside to the ex-polytechnic. Start
the world of work and the process of application and interview, an archaic
practice, leads to success or failure on the slimmest of margins and the most
evasive of marginalia.
Do we need to accept our lot? Going
gently into that goodnight? The great and good who make the calls that govern our
lives do so without all the facts. Universities dismiss students with
credentials that would make Einstein weep for not having a suitable grade in
French, employers refuse applications from those without the right piece of
paper but all the ability.
Why do we accept this ? There is after all, another way. Sometimes it takes a boy and his imaginary tiger to show us sense. I remember a strip where Calvin told Hobbes what he prayed for –
The decisions made for us on the basis of statistics that have no bearing on potential growth or future performance need to be questioned, and if they can’t be reversed let us be brave enough to follow the advice above – let our energies pour into our struggles for what we desire out of life. As the great Dartfordian Philosopher Michael Jagger said – you can’t always get what you want.
Remember - when life slams a door in your face, a dozen others open to see what the hell all the racket is.
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