April 2020
Something monumental happened in the thick of my final exam studies for my 3rd year as a science student. This will sound rough at first, but it ends triumphantly, which is why I must share!
I don't think I'm the first to be that kind of student that excelled effortlessly in high school, and then when university came, was made to question my capability, inducing a big ol bucket of imposter syndrome, self-conceived notions of ineptitude, and the limiting mindset that there was nothing I could do to change that.
What was my coping mechanism then that kept me going but didn't exactly reap the best results? It was knowingly self-sabotaging myself to not study enough, not put in 100% because why? I was more satisfied to receive a B or a C knowing I didn't put in my all, because it still kept the weird comforting thought I had that revolved around, "I would have gotten an A+ if I put in my best effort, so this is not an accurate representation of my academic competence".
I kept doing this then because I was scared to realize that even after putting in all the work, what if I don't get the result I worked hard for? what if I put in my all and finally have to face the truth that my best just isn't good enough? This belief crippled my first and second year's academic performance, the most inhibiting of a comfort zone I ever continuously upheld.
THIS DID NOT HAPPEN FOR MY WINTER TERM OF 3RD YEAR. Even if all my classes were forced home, with a useless and indifferent biochem 2 prof hellbent on leaving us students in the dark, tempting me to just take the F rather than subject myself to four weeks of mental turmoil.
I was in that state of mind lobbying between two contradicting impulses. The first side of me wanted to work hard, knowing I only had two and a half weeks left to teach myself and master three courses enough that I could ace the exams, and pass my classes. The first side believed that I could accomplish what I wanted of I just put my all. The second side was the crippling side, saying it was too late, how I could barely learn from the prof, how was I supposed to teach myself three courses worth in 3 weeks, and be good enough to ace my (now-online) final exams? (yes I failed the midterms of 2/3 of my courses so I had to get an A on a final in order to get a C in the course)
I finally did the thing I avoided for years since graduating highschool. The thing that ironically involved true failure but was the only way standing in the way of me believing wholeheartedly that I was capable of the success I wanted to experience.
With three weeks left before final exams, where I had not picked up anything uni-related because I was coping with the pandemic changes of rhythm in my life, I said, "I'm going to study the fucking hardest I have ever studied in my life. I will teach myself. I will read and write and practice over and over, and I do not care if I still fail in the end. I will fail earnestly, should I fail. I will succeed earnestly, knowing I'm putting all my being into something I care about, and that is my academic excellence. I don't care if I fail, I want to know that I truly put in my all."
Then began the most gruesome three weeks of my life (I did not pull any all-nighters as I was trying to optimize my mental and physical health with the headstrong dedication to my studies). Three weeks. There were tears, a lot of headaches, a lot of sore muscles, nightmares, and some slip ups.
April 18th - Biochem 2 final. 3 hours. 100 multiple choice questions. (I needed an A to get a C in the course)
April 20th- Toxicology. 2 hours. 35 mixed questions. (I needed 70% to get an A)
April 22nd - Stats 2. 3 hours and 15 min. 28 MC and 3 LA. (I needed an A to get a B+ in the course).
I put in my earnest all to study for these three courses and my final grades?
Biochem 2: C (got 82/100 on the final)
Toxicology: A
Stats 2: pending
For the first time in my uni life, I felt genuinely proud of myself because I finally faced the highest tier of failure that I actively ran from. I'm excited what I will continue to do, knowing that I had that in me.
Thank you for reading, and I wish you the best of luck in your personal academic endeavors or with any other thing you feel mentally at war with yourself. I hope this post inspires others who experience similar self-doubt and inhibitions regarding their aspirations can be positively influenced with my little academic update.













