igcse physics is fine⊠until one thing doesnât click
then suddenly nothing makes sense đ like you miss one concept and the whole chapter feels weird, and school just keeps going
lowkey feel 1-on-1 explaining helps more than anything (online makes it easier too) saw something called edflik doing that, kinda interesting
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Why Some Students Grow Faster Than Others in College
Have you ever observed the difference between students at the same university that have developed faster than others?
They take the same classes, See the same professors, and use identical resources; yet the contrast between these two individuals is apparent.
Many of the rapidly growing student's abilities are improving with regards to confidence, focus, and overall clarity of their future. Meanwhile, the slower growing student's ability to grow is limited due to their confusion, exhilaration by simply "going with the flow."
So, what causes these differences?
Itâs Not Just About Intelligence:
One assumption made is that as a person improves, their level of intelligence is going to have the greatest impact. While this is true, there are more important factors at play when considering growth that occurs at college.
In college, growth may not necessarily be indicated by grades but may instead be based upon how effectively each student uses their time and surroundings throughout the course of study.
Some actively participate in discussions
Some take risks/substantiate their experience
Some try to improve the person as an individual rather than solely focus on passing
While other students merely show up for class and leave.
This subtle difference in "effort" or approach adds up to create a large difference between the growth experienced by these two students over time.
The Relevance of Your Surroundings:
One of the major influences on how well you perform â yet it's hardly ever noticed â is the environment around you.
Being in a noisy or competitive work environment or one that requires a lot of mental energy will prevent you from achieving the level of performance that you could if you were in a suitable environment.
If you have an environment that is calm and supportive, then you can:
Focus on what you want to accomplish at your best
Make time to develop your skills
Have a clear picture of what you want to do with your life
At your own pace develop into who you want to be, without pressure
Often, it isn't the student; it's the student in an environment that's impacting the journey.
Consistency Beats Everything:
Students who achieve their goals quicker do not do anything more unique or different than anyone else.
They are consistent with their actions:
Arriving at school every day and being focused
Going beyond their books and syllabus
Using time to improve themselves
Staying away from distractions
Although these habits do not seem large on their own, over time and through repetition, they become extremely significant.
Action Provides Clarity:
Students who proceed rapidly often do so because they donât wait until conditions are âideal.â
They begin to investigate early on, attempt new things and develop from their experiences.
While many other students continue to wait for the âright momentâ or the âbest plan,â therefore delaying their advancement.
Developing Thought:
To summarize, there is nothing fortuitous about oneâs advancement in college; it is the result of a combination of your attitude, behaviour and place of association.
Attending a school that supports a balance between your academic/ professional pursuits and your personal development will simplify this process.
Therefore selecting a higher education institution that is committed to preparing students not only for a career, but also for overall personal growth, is imperative. At Maharishi Mahesh Yogi Ramayana Vishwavidyalaya (MMYRV), we have made progress in creating an environment conducive for students to develop, learn and advance with clarity of purpose.
They See the Smile, But Never the Pressure Behind It
The silent reality of students living between dreams, expectations, uncertainty.
Sometimes, the strongest people are the ones who say nothing about what they are carrying inside.
A student walks into class every day, not just with books, but with invisible pressure. Pressure to succeed. Pressure to not disappoint their parents. Pressure to build a future they cannot even see clearly yet.
No one notices the thoughts running through their mind at night âthe fear of failure,the confusion about the future,and the silent question:
âWill I be enough?â
In todayâs world, being a student feels like standing in the middle of a race where everyone is running, but no one knows the finish line.
Social media shows success everywhere.People achieving.People growing.People winning.
And slowly, students begin to feel like they are falling behind â even when they are trying their best.
And yet, they donât stop.They wake up.They try again.They keep moving forward â even with doubt in their heart.
Because being a student today is not just about education.
It is about courage.Courage to face uncertainty.Courage to carry pressure.Courage to continue, even when the path is unclear.
Behind every studentâs smile is a story of resilience that the world may never fully understand.
And one day, they will realize â every moment of pressure was not breaking them, but building them.
âšâThe pressure they carry today is quietly building the strength they will need tomorrow.â
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âA day in the life of a glitter-covered realistâ
Welcome back to my little corner of chaos â where caffeine is a food group, glitter is a coping mechanism, and puppies are the emotional support squad. If youâve ever tried to balance a full-time job, higher education, and a mildly delusional sense of optimism, then pull up a chair â youâre in good company.
You know that saying about making lemonade out of lemons? Well, Iâve become something of a professional citrus juicer at this point.
Between being a Learning Support Assistant extraordinaire and a mature student knee-deep in the world of Elizabeth I, I sometimes feel like Iâm living two completely different lives â one in the classroom supporting others to reach their goals, and the other in the library, desperately trying to keep my own essays afloat.
At work, I go the extra mile (and then some). I stay late, I care deeply, I juggle deadlines, paperwork, and pastoral care like an Olympic event. I get the pats on the back, the âwe couldnât do it without you,â and the ever-so-familiar âyouâd be perfect for the promotion!â But somehow⊠that promotion never quite lands. Itâs the professional equivalent of dangling a carrot â or maybe a glittery pen â just out of reach.
Still, I keep at it. Because somewhere between the chaos and the caffeine, thereâs the real reason I do it:Â the students. The ones who make me laugh on the worst days, who remind me that what I do matters, who make all the nonsense fade into the background. Theyâre the highlight, the sparkle, the reason I donât just throw my planner out the window and move to a cottage by the sea (tempting though that may be).
And when it all gets a bit too much, there are study days. Blissful, quiet (well, quieter) moments where I can swap lesson plans for lecture notes and lose myself in the drama of Elizabethan England â where at least the backstabbing is historically documented.
So here I am: fed up, frazzled, but still fabulous. Surrounded by pups, glitter, and a never-ending to-do list, I'm making the best lemonade I can with the lemons life keeps tossing my way. Itâs not glamorous, itâs not easy, but itâs mine â and somehow, it still sparkles.
Until next time â may your coffee be strong, your students be kind, and your glitter always find the light. âšđ¶đđ
There are days when I seriously ask myself, why do people romanticize university life? Why do they say itâs âthe best years of your lifeâ? Because from where Iâm standing or, limping, actually it feels more like an endless test of patience, sleep, and sanity.
Everyone keeps saying, âYouâll learn to socialize in college!â Oh, really? Because every time Iâm forced to socialize, I feel my social battery implode faster than my GPA during finals week.
University is supposed to be this magical setting where you âbuild connections,â âmake lifelong friends,â and âgrow as a person.â But more often than not, itâs just a chaotic simulation of adult life where youâre yelled at by professors, ignored by classmates, and belittled by people your age who somehow think theyâre better than you because they finished one group task faster.
And donât even get me started on group work. Whoever invented the phrase âteamwork makes the dream workâ clearly never did a nursing group project at 2 a.m. with people who vanish mid-task. Because teamwork doesnât make the dream work â it makes you do everyone elseâs work and still get scolded like itâs your fault.
đ The MCL Incident
Exactly a month ago, as Iâm writing this magnificent spiral of thought, my MCL got torn and my university ID got lost. In one single day.
Apparently, someone in my group who may or may not have had unresolved rage toward me âaccidentallyâ hit my knee. And that was that. Boom. Pain. Limping. Crutches. Goodbye, mobility.
And the worst part? Everyone suddenly acted like we were in some medical drama. âOh my gosh, are you okay?â âThatâs so unfortunate!â âWeâre praying for your recovery!â
Meanwhile, I was lying through my teeth, smiling and saying,
âIt was worth it.â
No. It wasnât.
It was the worst university experience Iâve ever had. The most useless injury, from the most useless event, wrapped in that classic âIt builds character!â justification adults, or rather, Clinical Instructors, love to say whenever something goes wrong.
You know what would really build character?
Letting me rest. Letting me breathe. Letting me learn without all this extra noise.
đ The So-Called âTraditionâ
And then thereâs our Founderâs Week performance: the cursed cherry on top, and no, sorry not sorry for giving it the title it deserves. Our PE instructor had the audacity to call it an âimportant tradition.â
Sure, I love tradition but not the kind that eats up my schedule, invades my already thin patience, and forces me to dance when I can barely function as a human being.
Why are nursing students expected to perform like theatre majors when we barely have time to memorize anatomy? If you want us to stop being âlazy,â maybe stop dragging us into these âbonding activitiesâ that do nothing but add more stress.
Because, truly, nothing screams academic excellence like a bunch of exhausted nursing students dancing under the sun, pretending to smile while silently calculating how many hours of sleep theyâre losing.
And the irony? The same people who yell âYou should be grateful for this opportunity!â are the ones who would never survive a day in our shoes. Especially that PE instructor who, letâs be honest, looked like she couldnât last a full minute in her own class.
đ The Anxiety Loop
Youâd think Founderâs Week or Nursesâ Day would be for us â that weâd get to relax, explore the campus, maybe sit under a tree and contemplate life.
But no. Instead, we get handed a schedule, some vague rubrics, and a âGood luck, do your best!â pep talk that feels more like a curse than encouragement.
So now, my brain is a constant swirl of deadlines, performances, surprise tasks, and that dreaded phrase:
âOkay class, announcement later.â
Every time I hear that, my soul leaves my body.
Iâve reached a point where my anxiety has become so routine that procrastination feels safer than starting early. I wait until the last minute not because Iâm lazy, but because my body refuses to enter âstudy modeâ when thereâs always something chaotic lurking around the corner.
University was supposed to make me a better communicator, a better leader, a better nurse. But sometimes it just makes me tired. Tired in ways sleep canât fix.
I donât need âteam-building activitiesâ or âcharacter-shaping performances.â
I just want to study. To learn in peace. To become good at what Iâm actually here for: getting that damned (or not so damned) nursing degree.
If universities removed all these pointless âminor subjectsâ and events designed to âfoster growth,â nursing could be finished in three years â or four, at most â with every hour spent on what actually matters: the science and art of care.
Instead, weâre juggling unnecessary stress disguised as opportunity, anxiety disguised as excitement, and exhaustion disguised as âthe university experience.â
So no, I donât find joy in every event. No, I donât get thrilled when they say âitâs mandatory.â And no, I donât think dancing under fluorescent lights makes me a better nurse.
I think it just makes me human â one whoâs trying to survive a system that calls burnout âbonding.â
đŹ A Little Note to My Fellow Students
If youâve ever sat in a hallway with your lunch getting cold because you didnât have time to eat.
If youâve ever smiled through a panic attack because someone said âbe gratefulâ.
If youâve ever wondered why every fun event feels like a punishment disguised as âschool spiritâ.
Then I really hope that you relate in this rant-ish blog of mine and let's be real, its wouldn't be the last one. Nope, I'm still in my first year and we have THREE MORE YEARS TO GOđ„!
Weâre tired, but weâre still showing up. Weâre limping, but still laughing about it. Weâre anxious, but still doing our best.
University isnât shaping us into better people. Weâre shaping ourselves quietly, stubbornly, in between the chaos.
There are days when I seriously ask myself, why do people romanticize university life? Why do they say itâs âthe best years of your lifeâ? Because from where Iâm standing or, limping, actually it feels more like an endless test of patience, sleep, and sanity.
Everyone keeps saying, âYouâll learn to socialize in college!â Oh, really? Because every time Iâm forced to socialize, I feel my social battery implode faster than my GPA during finals week.
University is supposed to be this magical setting where you âbuild connections,â âmake lifelong friends,â and âgrow as a person.â But more often than not, itâs just a chaotic simulation of adult life where youâre yelled at by professors, ignored by classmates, and belittled by people your age who somehow think theyâre better than you because they finished one group task faster.
And donât even get me started on group work. Whoever invented the phrase âteamwork makes the dream workâ clearly never did a nursing group project at 2 a.m. with people who vanish mid-task. Because teamwork doesnât make the dream work â it makes you do everyone elseâs work and still get scolded like itâs your fault.
đ The MCL Incident
Exactly a month ago, as Iâm writing this magnificent spiral of thought, my MCL got torn and my university ID got lost. In one single day.
Apparently, someone in my group who may or may not have had unresolved rage toward me âaccidentallyâ hit my knee. And that was that. Boom. Pain. Limping. Crutches. Goodbye, mobility.
And the worst part? Everyone suddenly acted like we were in some medical drama. âOh my gosh, are you okay?â âThatâs so unfortunate!â âWeâre praying for your recovery!â
Meanwhile, I was lying through my teeth, smiling and saying,
âIt was worth it.â
No. It wasnât.
It was the worst university experience Iâve ever had. The most useless injury, from the most useless event, wrapped in that classic âIt builds character!â justification adults, or rather, Clinical Instructors, love to say whenever something goes wrong.
You know what would really build character?
Letting me rest. Letting me breathe. Letting me learn without all this extra noise.
đ The So-Called âTraditionâ
And then thereâs our Founderâs Week performance: the cursed cherry on top, and no, sorry not sorry for giving it the title it deserves. Our PE instructor had the audacity to call it an âimportant tradition.â
Sure, I love tradition but not the kind that eats up my schedule, invades my already thin patience, and forces me to dance when I can barely function as a human being.
Why are nursing students expected to perform like theatre majors when we barely have time to memorize anatomy?
If you want us to stop being âlazy,â maybe stop dragging us into these âbonding activitiesâ that do nothing but add more stress.
Because, truly, nothing screams academic excellence like a bunch of exhausted nursing students dancing under the sun, pretending to smile while silently calculating how many hours of sleep theyâre losing.
And the irony?
The same people who yell âYou should be grateful for this opportunity!â are the ones who would never survive a day in our shoes. Especially that PE instructor who, letâs be honest, looked like she couldnât last a full minute in her own class.
đ The Anxiety Loop
Youâd think Founderâs Week or Nursesâ Day would be for us â that weâd get to relax, explore the campus, maybe sit under a tree and contemplate life.
But no. Instead, we get handed a schedule, some vague rubrics, and a âGood luck, do your best!â pep talk that feels more like a curse than encouragement.
So now, my brain is a constant swirl of deadlines, performances, surprise tasks, and that dreaded phrase:
âOkay class, announcement later.â
Every time I hear that, my soul leaves my body.
Iâve reached a point where my anxiety has become so routine that procrastination feels safer than starting early. I wait until the last minute not because Iâm lazy, but because my body refuses to enter âstudy modeâ when thereâs always something chaotic lurking around the corner.
University was supposed to make me a better communicator, a better leader, a better nurse.
But sometimes it just makes me tired. Tired in ways sleep canât fix.
I donât need âteam-building activitiesâ or âcharacter-shaping performances.â
I just want to study. To learn in peace. To become good at what Iâm actually here for: getting that damned (or not so damned) nursing degree.
If universities removed all these pointless âminor subjectsâ and events designed to âfoster growth,â nursing could be finished in three years â or four, at most â with every hour spent on what actually matters: the science and art of care.
Instead, weâre juggling unnecessary stress disguised as opportunity, anxiety disguised as excitement, and exhaustion disguised as âthe university experience.â
So no, I donât find joy in every event.
No, I donât get thrilled when they say âitâs mandatory.â
And no, I donât think dancing under fluorescent lights makes me a better nurse.
I think it just makes me human â one whoâs trying to survive a system that calls burnout âbonding.â
đŹ A Little Note to My Fellow Students
If youâve ever sat in a hallway with your lunch getting cold because you didnât have time to eat.
If youâve ever smiled through a panic attack because someone said âbe gratefulâ.
If youâve ever wondered why every fun event feels like a punishment disguised as âschool spiritâ.
Then I really hope that you relate in this rant-ish blog of mine and let's be real, its wouldn't be the last one. Nope, I'm still in my first year and we have THREE MORE YEARS TO GOđ„!
Weâre tired, but weâre still showing up.
Weâre limping, but still laughing about it.
Weâre anxious, but still doing our best.
University isnât shaping us into better people.
Weâre shaping ourselves quietly, stubbornly, in between the chaos.