August 17, 2017, by Philip Moriarty
If I hadn’t failed my exams, I wouldn’t be a professor of physics
It’s that day of the year again — A-level results are released. The very best of luck to all students finding out their grades as I’m writing this. I’m admissions tutor for the School of Physics & Astronomy here at Nottingham and I’ve already received a number of calls from students this morning. It breaks my heart when students who really wanted to come here don’t get the grades they needed.
A couple of years ago on this day I wrote the post below…
I started writing this post a little after 06:00 am this morning, the time at which schools and colleges were officially permitted to start releasing A-level results to hundreds of thousands of students across England, Wales, and Northern Ireland. I vividly remember the stomach-churning sense of dread thirty years ago as I awaited my Leaving Certificate results (the ‘Leaving’ is the Irish equivalent of the A-level system), and empathise with all of those students across the country biting their nails and pacing the floor as I write this.
By far the best advice for A-level students I’ve read over the last week was an open letter by Geoff Barton, Headteacher of King Edward VI school, to his Year 13 students, published in the TES on Tuesday: “Worrying about A-level results won’t help. They are out of your control“. Barton’s article resonated with me for a number of reasons, not least because I’m an undergraduate admissions tutor. It was the following paragraphs, however, that really hit home:
I know this because it happens each year, and it happened to me all those years ago when I failed one of my A-levels.
And what 30 years of experience has shown me is that if you end up not getting your first – or even second – choice of university place and have a tense couple of days on the phone sorting out new plans through the clearing process, then you will look back on this as something positive.
I ended up at a university I had never visited. It proved to be the best thing that happened in my education. And, like me, each year students come back at Christmas from their first term at university telling us that the unexpected change of plans has worked out to be brilliant.
Fortunately, I didn’t fail any of my Leaving Certificate exams — extreme exam failure was to come later on in my academic career — and I went on to start my BSc in Applied Physics degree at Dublin City University the following month. DCU was a small university at the time and I made my choice to go there not on the basis of prestige or national/international ranking — in any case, the pseudostatistical, pseudoscentific, faux-quantitiative nonsense of university league tables hadn’t yet been spawned back in 1985 — but solely on the sense of excitement and, indeed, ‘belonging’ I felt when I attended a DCU Physics open day. (I’ll not bang on about the dubious value of league tables again, except to repeat that many A-level students show a healthy and laudable cynicism when it comes to the numerology of university rankings.)
Barton’s point about exam failure is particularly well made. I’ve been a personal academic and pastoral tutor for undergraduate students at Nottingham for the last eighteen years and it is always heartbreaking to have to tell a tutee that they have failed exams or, worse, can’t progress on their preferred course. This, of course, feels like the end of the world to them: how can they ever recover from what they see as abject failure?
So I tell them that I failed Year 3 of my four year BSc degree in Applied Physics at DCU.
Badly.
Appallingly badly.
For a couple of exam papers I did little more than write my name on the cover sheet. This was because I was rather more focused on the band I was in at the time, returning home to Monaghan at weekends to rehearse/play gigs and using my revision time to write riffs, lyrics, and songs.
Not clever.
But if I hadn’t failed my third year exams, and had to resit the year, then I am absolutely certain that I would have similarly drifted through my fourth year and graduated with, at the very best, a low 2.2 or, most likely, a 3rd class degree. Failing my exams, in the words of a band whose songs we used to cover at the time, hit me “like a battering ram”. I repeated 3rd year and went into my final year with many orders of magnitude more motivation and commitment. I graduated with a 2.1 (the pass mark I was ‘carrying’ from my third year due to the resits didn’t, let’s say, work in my favour) — enough to take up a PhD.
Less than a year into my PhD I knew I wanted to pursue a career in academia. (For the reasons discussed here).
I recount this story to tutees and students who have failed exams to echo Barton’s advice that it really isn’t the end of the world when things don’t go to plan. I certainly don’t recommend failing exams as an effective study skill or as an efficient strategy for career development. Nonetheless, a failed exam or two can often act as a catalyst to improve a student’s overall motivation and performance.
But that’s enough about me. My secondary school and undergraduate days are so far in the past that my memories of those times have a subtle reddish hue. Let’s instead hear from Jason Patrone, who graduated last month from Nottingham with a thoroughly well-deserved 1st class hons BSc in Physics (and is featured on the front cover of the School’s most recent newsletter):
I got a C, D and E grade at A-level. I then worked for six years in a job I didn’t find rewarding, before making the decision to return to university in 2011. I did the Foundation Year because of the `non-standard’ A-level grades, getting an overall mark of 81% for the year. I then transferred to the BSc and for each year of the degree I secured a 1st class mark.
The second year of the BSc I found the most challenging. Would I have put the same effort in, come the 2nd year crunch time, if I had sailed through A-levels? I doubt it.
Whether it means a kick up the arse for a bogey year/bad results, or facing the harsh realities of a crap job, any glimpse at what bad results leads to — or even just a blunt reminder that you didn’t do what you know you are capable of — works wonders.
Or, as Barton so eloquently puts it in his open letter, “the reality is that sometimes it’s the unexpected events in our lives that are the richest and most rewarding.”
[Edit 13/08/2015, 11:03 — Drat. Forgot to mention that the cartoon above is from the wonderful xkcd and that it’s made available under a Creative Commons licence.]
I was completely demoralised when I found the optics book I had been copying from the OHP, dictated to me and my fellow students by a professor of physics in London. Strange though, he was dictating from a set of old A4 notes in his handwriting but the diagrams covered in chalk on transparencies were all lifted from the book.. His voice though, monotonic, desperately dull I can still hear the drudgery now.. Brian Cox he wasn’t. I found by Xmas that I had been copying most of the chapters of the book in the dullest experience of my life up the then… this was the 80s and there was no internet to bring the subject to life. Then I realised, the professor had himself copied his notes from HIS lecturer who was dictating his course from the same book… I left the course at the end of that year completely numbed…. More recently I have taken to the web to try to understand better what I had not been able to learn 30 years ago, just for my own benefit…
Really inspiring , can relate with the situation . Thanks for sharing
A delayed and out of the blue comment, but having just read this post it resonated with me on many levels.
I didn’t do particularly well at my A-levels back in the very early 90’s, achieving a rather pleasingly alphabetic A, B, C, D, E (well, the “E” was actually a “D” at AS maths, but allow me some artistic license for half an A-level according to what were UCCA points at the time!)
Like Jason, to whom Philip refers, I entered the University of Nottingham on the Foundation Year; at the time, it felt like a backward step to effectively repeat a year of education (or, rather, add a year onto my degree) whilst my friends and peers were embarking on their standard degrees, but I steadfastly maintain that this was the very best thing that could have happened to me.
Earlier in my school career I lost a scholarship at the age of around 9/10 and was held back a year – once again at the time this seemed like the worst thing in the world, but really it wasn’t.
I found the style of learning and the subject matter at university/Nottingham suited me down to the ground. Gone was the negativity and ridiculous focus on sport that I experienced at School, I was finally amongst more like-minded people and also inspirational academics, studying a subject/field that excited me. The extra undergraduate year allowed me to bring my admittedly shocking mathematics “ability” up to speed a little, and after much hard work over four years I graduated from my degree with a First and was awarded the Cripps Materials Science prize.
PhD, PostDocs, working in a UoN spin out company that rose and fell all followed – each adding experience to my slightly less conventional path taken through academia that resulted in the dream job I now hold, as Senior Technical and Facilities Manager in the School of Physics and Astronomy here at Nottingham.
Thank you for a wonderful post Philip, even if that thank-you comes four years after the post was written! So many true words of encouragement for those under pressure that might not have achieved the results they hoped for.