I suppose I would have called myself a difficult child. I remember it used to annoy me when adults used to say, “You’re so bright, you just need to apply yourself”. I had that kind of cocky assurance that I was intelligent and I could behave whichever way I liked and still achieve. That wasn’t the case. I didn’t get any GCSEs, or A-levels but I did go back to college in 2002 and achieve an Access Course. I had a few stabs at University, none of which was singularly successful but incredibly I do now hold 240 1st year credits.
Last year I decided I would like to complete my degree with the Open University. It’s pretty hard to convince an institution that you are serious about your studies when all you have to prove it is a string of part failures even though you could also call them part successes. But I was determined. I filled out the forms explaining why you hadn’t completed my studies previously, I even got my own adviser! Once I was deemed to be suitably committed to the task Open University accepted me as a student.
But that was only half the battle. There was no way I was going to go back and do any first-year credits again. In computing, especially programming I was practically a first-year savant. But to go into the 2nd year I had to transfer the credits that I had done previous institutions. In order to do that I had to get a certificate from the college I used to go to and in order to do that I had to contact Pearsons because, of course, I had lost my original certificate. In fact I had never received it because I moved house. It was frustrating but I made sure that I did and then came the difficult part.