Tomorrow I face my biggest challenge of the semester so far. I have to do a test on a topic that I do not understand: Sub-editing and newspaper design. It’s not that I don’t know how a computer is made, it’s just that the application we use is over the top with how detailed it is, to the extent that you can’t find anything you need on it. This is made worse by the fact that we must use a computer that I have never owned and for some discernible reason doesn’t have a right click option. My fear wouldn’t be so bad if I thought that most of the class were in the same boat, but no again, we have mature students.
I can already see how this event will play out in my head. Imagine a 29-year-old, wearing clothes suited to a goth pre-teen, walking into a classroom with the swagger accustomed to Conor McGregor in the octagon.
They scream: “Oh My God, I have NOT studied for this” but we know well that they learned all about it their LCFE class and short-term course in a smaller college over the last 10 years. They go on to casually breeze their ways through this 25% exam while I, in the corner, struggle to copy and paste an image onto the page.
The contrasting mood that these students have makes me hope I wasn’t this kind of person when in secondary school. I never really struggled too much, but I hope my attitude didn’t make school life harder for my classmates. This is something I will carry through life, to exude calm, quiet confidence but never to become overly cocky and a pain to be around.
Future Failed Writer 