From U to P: the unlikely route to a doctorate

A-Level Marvell Fail
“If I can do it, anybody can.” Though it’s one of the emptiest clichés you’re ever likely to hear, I could be an example of how it *might* be possible.

This is a brief overview of a journey from failure to redemption.

For those who aren’t aware: at the age of 18, I failed a mock A-Level English Literature exam on the seventeenth-century poet, Andrew Marvell. Eleven years later, I submitted a doctoral thesis on him.

How the hell does that happen?

In case you think I’m exaggerating the impact of a single poor result – I’m not. As you’ll see below, I was capable of even worse during A2 Economics, which was supposedly my ‘best’ subject.

The truth is: I’m not particularly clever. I’m not well-read. I’m not particularly talented. On a bad day, I still get described as ‘one out of ten’ or told by the National Archives that I’m a bloody awful candidate for a job.

A-Level Economics Fail

What happened was that I developed a craving for Marvell’s poetry, which became a passion, and the inability to accomplish that properly at the age of 18 would not deter me from having another go.

After the almost inevitable failure to reach my first choice university, I decided to take a gap year. There was no glamour or exotic trips. I worked full-time, earned some money, joined a gym, and cleared my head.

By chance, I met a wonderful group of people, several of whom remain among my best friends today. Things started to brighten, and with that alone, so did my abilities.

Though the merits of IQ tests are disputable, I found it fascinating that I could score 14 points higher after a year away from education than on the eve of my exams. It showed me that applied intelligence is psychological and responsive, and that it owes as much to health and state of mind as it does to the Gradgrindian pursuit of facts.

Nevertheless, starting university was a different proposition. After a poor A-Level season and a full year without education, I was petrified. Was it going to be the embarrassing route to failure?

Having the right tutor, who was an incredible inspiration, led me to work hard and carry a little belief. By the end of my first semester, the failure from 18 months ago had transformed itself into something much more positive.

That should have been a springboard. Unfortunately, it wasn’t. The undergraduate journey was a stuttering one, with a stronger third year performance rescuing a dreadful second year.

The key was in taking an optional dissertation in my final year. To propose your own subject, and then to have the time, resources and expert guidance to explore it properly – that’s a real source of excitement.

Burning Sword

There was just the small matter of learning to write, which has always been a thorn in my side. English Lit graduates are among the worst writers out there, partly due to complacency and partly because enthusiasm doesn’t automatically translate into quality.

Doubtless there was a time when I was among the worst of them. Even my Master’s thesis is a mess.

One essential component of the postgraduate experience has been learning to write properly, and having people around who will tell it as it is. As difficult as it seemed at times, the bluntness of my PhD supervisor on this issue was a great help.

Handling criticism is a challenge. Sometimes, it fires up stubbornness; you determine that next time there will be less corrective pencil on the page.

Ultimately, it is designed to make you think more carefully, draft more carefully, and take so much more care and pride in the product that you put before somebody else to read.

Where’s the flair?

The marker of my failed A-Level paper always said I lacked flair. As much as I’ve wanted to prove him wrong, I’m not so sure that I can.

Writing is like running. Just as a marathon runner isn’t going to outsprint Usain Bolt, so a writer of a thesis may not be able to sell a story in 100 words.

But that’s the point of this piece in a nutshell. Even if I lack flair, or talent more broadly, what I do have is passion, persistence, and stubbornness – attributes that anyone should be capable of.

I don’t mean to denigrate postgraduate study here, or to patronise in any way. There are many things, including a love of learning and specific funding opportunities, that I’ve been very fortunate to have.

But what I hope to show in the broadest sense is that even without an obvious talent, and especially when faced with clear signs to the contrary, there is much that other characteristics can do to compensate.

And just because something isn’t accomplished at one point in your life, that doesn’t mean it won’t be possible at another stage.

What I submitted for my doctorate was the best I was capable of. And I had to force myself a long way to get there. From U to P was a direction worth heading.


Afterword

The unlikely inspiration for this piece was a review by the esteemed historian, Anthony Fletcher, of England’s Fortress, a collection derived from the Fairfax 400 Conference in which my work features.

Anthony Fletcher Review of England's Fortress

Staggeringly, he describes me as a useful historian. I’m very flattered and very proud, if a little embarrassed.

I suspect the only reason I don’t have a similar disaster anecdote to tell about history is because I dropped the subject at the age of 14. I don’t even have a GCSE.

Maybe I do have a talent, then – for wool-pulling!

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2 thoughts on “From U to P: the unlikely route to a doctorate

    • You might be right – it’s difficult for me to judge. I know that my examiners wouldn’t have passed the thesis as a gesture of kindness, and I have enjoyed revisiting it recently after 18 months.

      Coming back to it has created a strange split: on the one hand, I’m now so far behind where I was that the work I once deemed very ordinary now seems enlightening. I’m trying to learn from it all over again. But on the other hand, having fallen so far behind, I do wonder how I was ever capable of it in the first place.

      It’s then I remember that I haven’t been shortlisted for even the most entry level of positions. There’s also the comparative treatment of my ‘successor’, who has been ushered from the beginning into panels at conferences I was never invited to. I’m not daft. From winning the studentship in Geneva in 2007, I’ve slipped out of contention over a decade. Now I’m having a last surge to see if I can generate a monograph, because there’s nothing that would mean more to me. Huzzah!

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