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I wanna talk about why I hate being labelled as the “brains of the family” because I really dislike it and I wish that phrase was never put on anyone.
From a very very young age, I was labelled the clever sibling. My other siblings, they were clever, but in different things. One of my brothers is very artistic, one is very good with computer based knowledge and the other is very good with kinesthetic work and learning. I was more clever in terms of what society wants you to be clever in, ya know? I’m not talking down to anyone who is clever is artsy subjects, but I mean society does and prefers people to be better at STEM subjects.
In my SATS, in primary school, I got top grades. I think it was a level 5 at the time and I was labelled the genius in the family from then on. I was put into the top sets in high school and always received high grades.
It was until maybe year nine when my mental health declined and I slowly got worse at academic stuff. I think there’s a quote out on social media somewhere that goes along the lines of being super clever and then mental health gets in the way and then suddenly you are barely average. It’s literally me in a nutshell.
Now I’m not saying my grades were terrible because I passed. My GCSE’s were alright, I got one B and eight C’s. So not the end of the world. But I was predicted so much better. Before my mental health took a toll of my life, I was promised so much better. I was told A’s and B’s but I didn’t get that and that is okay. It’s completely okay because yes GCSE’s are important if you plan to do certain a-levels and yes they are important if you want to go to an oxbridge university, but apart from that, they are merely just a stepping stone to your a-levels.
I got decent enough grades to do what I wanted in sixth form. I studied history, classical civilisation, psychology and business studies. I did have to push to get onto the psychology course because you needed a B in science to join but I got let on due to my dedication. It went a bit pear-shaped and my AS results weren’t as planned as I had hoped. I got a C, D and a U. I didn’t get a grade in history because it was linear and we didn’t do the first year exams.
I pushed myself a lot harder in A2 and it didn’t really show at my results day. I worked my ass off and I was hoping for B’s if not A’s but instead I got CCD which was disappointing to say the least.
I still got into university to study my dream course, just with a foundation year instead. My point being is that, grades aren’t important. You can do whatever the heck you want if you put your mind to it and now it really doesn’t matter. If I can get into a university that wanted a lot higher grades, then so can you. Grades are only as important as you make them and grades aren’t always a way to tell how intelligent you are. I know plenty of you are stressing or freaking out about the upcoming results day but just use me as a hopeful example of someone who got their dream regardless of what the letters of the paper said. I have every faith in you.
I hope you are having a lovely day and I hope you enjoyed reading this ramble of a post!