I feel fortunate that I graduated at all even though I was usually a reasonable enough student. I just got one A pass, at stage 1 level. My BSc hinged on getting absolute borderline passes in two closely related subjects at stage III. I withdrew from BSc(Hons) the next year. My MSc in an entirely different and favourite subject was obtained by aegrotat pass (class of 1964) so I did not sit the final exam for it. Then in 1965 as a part-time student I withdrew from an evening-course subject at the university. Was glad that I didn’t have to find out too much that failing hurts.
Making friends for life at Weir HouseFebruary 13th, 2022
Inspired to teach EnglishFebruary 13th, 2022
Welcome to windy WellingtonJanuary 29th, 2022
Looking at the harbour from the libraryJanuary 28th, 2022