I have never been the most academic person in the class, I never did amazing in exams, despite working really hard when it came to revision. I always but this down to the fact I was climbing/training and I clearly didn’t work hard enough.
At A-levels I got a bad finger injury, putting me out of climbing for a while. I was devastated at the time but every cloud has a silver lining. It meant I worked by butt off for those exams. I’ve never worked as hard for anything academically. I but the most effort into biology. I still failed. My teachers knew how hard I worked and they told me they were sorry!
When I got to university I took a dyslexia test and it turns out I’m severely dyslexic, and they were surprised this hadn’t been picked up early in life. My visual skills were incredible however the processing of information didn’t quite work so well. It took me a while to come to terms with it. But it answered a lot of questions. Like why I never got the exam results I felt I deserved.
Once accepting my disorder, I realised I just have to work even harder than everyone else, and I’ve never been shy of hard work.
I struggled with exams and lectures. I’d sit there listening and taking notes to what the lecturer was saying. Id understand it but I’d walk out the classroom and barely remembering what the lecture was about. I found it frustrating. I couldn’t retain information from listening to a lecturer. I eventually found that watching YouTube videos would help a lot as I could visualise and remember the video. But I didn’t find this out until 2nd year. It was so frustrating. First year, I didn’t do too bad with exam results as a lot of the exams where practical as I do a medical degree and a lot of hands on work.
2nd year was hard. balancing working 30hrs a week plus lectures 5 days a week plus training really took its toll. I had a cold for 2 months which is when I realised I was doing way too much. So I quit one of my jobs so I could focus on exams. Despite the sacrifice I still struggled. I had a mental breakdown in a practical exam, which is supposed to be my strong point. My mind went blank. Which is what happened as soon as I panic. Ask me which way by left and right is when I panic and I will guarantee I will get it mixed up! There was a lot of written exams which again didn’t go great but I passed. I just scraped a pass. But a pass is a pass.
3rd year was stressful too. We crammed all out exams into the first semester so the second semester was all placement based. Whilst doing my dissertation. Which was climbing based which kind of gave me an excuse to go climbing! Again I struggled like hell, some written exam content wasn’t really learnable via videos which made it even harder. I failed one exam. I was devastated. But thankfully it meant I resat the exam a month later and started by placement straight after.
But after so many setbacks and challenges throughout university and the constant battle with dyslexia. I’ve finally about to graduate. And with a 2:1. Yes it’s not a 1st but to of achieved this and done it balancing work, uni and training made me so proud. An added bonus is that a placement provider called me and asked me to join the physio team for the football team! I couldn’t believe it. yes, I wasn’t an A* student, but I bet I worked as hard, if not harder than one. And you bet I tried to make the best impression as possible. All that hard work paid off. Oh, and I got an unconditional offer onto a Masters course in Strength and Conditioning.
Remember, always work hard. But not just in want you want to do. Work hard when you don’t feel like working hard. Push yourself. You never know where it will take you.