My First ... Academic Failure!
I just learnt that I
failed a test worth 7.5% of my overall grade in Italian. So much as I can
remember, I’ve never out-and-out failed anything academically before. I’ve done
more poorly than I expected and I’ve faced disappointment, but to legitimately
fail, to attain a score below the pass boundary – to me this is a novel
experience.
My reaction has been
to be shaken. My confidence is shaken: confidence in my own ability and, more
perniciously, confidence in whether I should be doing Italian at all. Should I
give up? Should I relinquish the possibility for an opportunity to live abroad
for a year because clearly I’m not fit to study the subject? Should I stick to
Philosophy – something I am at least decent at?
There are many
metaphors and illustrations to use that describe how I feel right now. I feel
like a junior sporting champion who, despite coming first in all local
competitions with ease and flourish, finds himself in last place when he
competes in the nationals. I feel like an old aristocrat who, through social
change, has been demoted to the middle classes. What do these pictures have in
common? The realisation that I am not special, that I too am subject to certain
maxims and imperatives of life. Last year I came to this realisation quite
quickly with philosophy: I began to hang around with especially talented people
in the field of philosophy, students who I’m certain will be future academics,
and I realised I don’t have the option to coast anymore if I wish to do well. I
was shown what it takes and I upped my game. However, no such parallel was
found in Italian. In fact, I did coast
through Italian 1 and I passed without much effort. My grade wasn’t perfect or
even ideal, but I got a low 2.1 and that is all that mattered. Now, in Italian
2, the work is suddenly so much more difficult, but my mind still believes (with
years of reinforcement) that I can still coast and survive. But now I’ve been
shown the opposite. My test score was 3
marks below passing. “That’s not that low,” you might interject, but you must
realise it’s still a fail and I’m not used to this.
The damage isn’t
irreversible, though. 7.5% of my overall grade is just a small portion, and if
I can consistently get in the 60-70 range for the rest of my assessments, I
might be able to salvage a respectable final mark. It shows me, however, that I
need to work hard in Italian to achieve. The fact that (if I succeed) I have to
live there next year should have spurned me on from the beginning, but no, it
took failure. This failure is a blessing in disguise. It reminds me that half
my degree is Italian and so I need to work just as hard on it as I do with
Philosophy. At present, the balance is far more in favour of Philosophy. This
doesn’t make any sense.
Things will change.
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