I was supposed to hand in a literature review a few weeks ago but I didn’t complete it.
I always says to my students that I would rather they handed in something – however bad – than nothing at all. So that’s what I did: I handed in an incomplete lit review.
Yesterday, one of my tutors, on my taught doctorate which we call an Ed D (Doctorate of Education) said that what I’d written was good and he was sorry I hadn’t completed it.
I was surprised. I had convinced myself that I had handed in a Trump-BoJo set of words. What I mean by that is words that sound ok to the audience but in reality mean diddly squat.
I got a distinction in my PGCert which I did in 2018 and Leadership Certificate which I completed this year.
I am invested in my topic, I have read pretty widely (there’s always more that I could read) so why would I think that what I am writing isn’t that good?
There was a young man on the radio yesterday who said that he could get one hundred compliments but he would always focus on the single negative comment.
Am I still thinking about the teacher who accused me of cheating when I was the only student in the class with the correct answer … or was it the teachers (there was more than one) who said I wasn’t capable?
A few months ago, I came across a death notice for that teacher who accused me of cheating. I wrote in my notes:
“Died March 2017, Parkinsons – let it go.” 25th May 2019
But it’s clearly still on my mind. Food for thought.
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