My son is beginning to get stressed. Grade 12.. this is it.. the events this year will play a major role in his life. The past few days the weather here is extremely hot and I make it a point to sit outside with the kids at night. At the moment, Venus is visible in the South West sky and I like watching the stars and talking to the kids while enjoying a bit of breeze.
“Mom, what if I don’t pass IB exams?” He asked me this evening.
I told him ” sky wouldn’t fall if you fail the IB exams. You can go to TAFE, get a diploma, use that and go to Uni and get a degree then use that degree and go and do your masters. There are many paths you can follow that will take you to your final destination. Your job is to give your best shot and that is it.”
He looked a bit relieved. And I know I will be repeating this a few more times.
Seriously though, I remember the stress I used to be under. “oru varsham povum” ( you will lose a year) that was the only thing that mattered. It was something worst than dying. People used fake their birth certificates at the time of applying for jobs, in order to gain an extra year of work and therefor more money.
I wish someone had told me when I was young that the sky wouldn’t fall if you didn’t follow the standard format