I did something about two weeks ago that just proves that it is never too late to do something. A career assessment. I have to confess, I am by nature a snarky person who turns up her nose at newfangled ideas such as therapy, assessments, and testing. Yes, I recognise the irony considering I am a teacher and actually live in the 21st Century. What can I say, I am a mess of complications.
Anyway, I did the test. Mostly because when the opportunity came up I was with my sister who we affectionately refer to as Chief Whip. Pavlov would be proud of how well she has conditioned her younger (though better looking) sibling i.e. me to jump when she cracks it. No matter how I exercise my no muscles, she calls me to meet her for an hour and I end up taking her for all her roundies, and since her middle name should have been Nyaguthie or Wanjera, they are myriad. I end up at home 12 hours later dazed, wondering how it happened yet again.
So I did the test. Because she had bribed me with a meal at Java and the way to my heart is their caramel milkshake. Her friend came up to the table and shortly I had committed to taking a career test. I am 42 years old. ( I have no issues with stating my age, after all my protestations of having five children, I prefer to end the speculations). I should have an idea of what to do with my life by this point, or so I thought. But her royal highness had decreed it and meekly I went.
It was a pretty easy process, I was sent an online link and was done in half the recommended time. I am just naturally competitive plus I was not overly impressed by the questions which as my sister confided seemed “kubaff”. My conditioned self concurred, hoping by agreeing I would earn a reprieve from the roundies or at least another milkshake. Sigh, I am so easy!
After a lot of dilly-dallying on my part, I was coralled to go for the feedback meeting. It took three hours! Even snarky self was impressed by the report. Apparently, the questions were not so kubaff. The insights I gained surprised and in some cases vindicated me. Like what it said about my math skills…
“Math may be about the same as a foreign language for Anne. at least it is foreign to Anne’s mental processes in one way or another. Mathematical problems become bigger if Anne tries to solve them. Mental gears seem to get jammed in the middle of a math problem and success in the form of a solution is without reward or satisfaction for her.”
My daughter fell over laughing when she read that. That will teach me to share my life with the ungrateful, unfeeling brat. I barely got a C- in math in KCSE. Now it makes perfect sense. In Form 2 and part of Form 3, I spent most of my afternoon math lessons out of class. I thought I simply wanted to ogle boys over our school fence. There was a snooty school near my alma mater and the boys were let out of class at around 3 pm. Those boys were created on a Sunday morning. When God was fully rested and had had time to think and plan ahead. Woe unto those who were crated on Friday late afternoon when the angels were trying to beat the quota and thinking TGIF! Those are the ones who are fearfully made! Back to my weapons of math distraction, those were fine specimens! I used to wonder if the admission criterion was based on physical appearance. So every Tuesday and Thursday, I made sure I was sent out of class so I could commune from afar with God’s amazing creation. I was rather sad when I had to move classes and access was denied, I just switched to daydreaming about them. Now apparently, there was a deeper reason for actively seeking to miss those lessons. I feel so misunderstood!
Another shocker for me was that the test showed that one of my top vocations would have been in Sales. Apparently, I am very good at selling. I have spent a chunk of my life avoiding sales and marketing and declaring to all and sundry how much I hate it. Truth is I hate rejection, not marketing, I guess I need to take myself less seriously and just get on with it because if it has nothing to do with my personal gain and I believe in the cause, I can be a zealot in selling the idea or person.
There is often a point to my rambling. I learned a great deal from this assessment. I wished I had done it earlier, though in truth I have little regret in the path my life took me. I do wish however more young people had access to this kind of assessment. Just yesterday I was talking to yet more young people doing university courses they care not a whit for, that were chosen by their parents, who apparently have no idea who their children are in terms of preferences, skills, and talent. Two of the young people are simply cruising through the course, turning up for cats and tests only and they know with surprising fervency that, while they have no idea what they want to do career-wise (and can we blame them as no one has taken the time to help them find out?) they know what they don’t want: the courses that their parents are struggling to pay at university.
I have said this before, we need to help our children decide where their paths lead them. their path, not yours as a parent. They will have to live a great percentage of their lives in the world created by that career, and God knows it is hard enough to flourish in this world doing something you love. How much more then are we crippling them by forcing them into boxes they may have to break out of to find joy in their livelihoods.
Have to go now, Chief Whip has called and apparently, I am going to Eastleigh for reasons unbeknownst to me. I will grow a spine… someday.
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