Proving My Achievements
I had a surprise recently, and not one of the nice ones.
My company offered me some management training, and I took the opportunity. That’s not the surprise. And I’ve found it both thought-provoking and immediately practical. That’s not the surprise either, though I may come back to this point in future posts.
The training is presented as an apprenticeship and it comes with government funding, but to unlock that I had to prove that I was worthy of the opportunity. In other words I had to demonstrate that I had the equivalent of a GCSE pass in English and Maths. Not, you would imagine, a problem for someone with a Cambridge University Degree, and indeed it shouldn’t have been.
Anyway, here’s the surprise. I went to the place where I keep all the valuable papers and they weren’t there. Any of my various O Level, A Level or Degree certificates. So I looked in all the other credible locations. Still nothing.
And that’s when it happened. I absolutely don’t want to compare my situation with the tragic experiences of the Windrush generation, who suddenly found their identities and citizenship questioned after many years when they thought it was beyond question. What I did experience, though, was an appreciation for how much of our identities and entitlements are tied up in a small number of official documents. I guess that I showed mine to my current employers 27 years ago when I first joined and I’ve never needed to refer to them since.
How do you prove something when you don’t have the right paperwork? It was such a long time ago that I took my O Levels - nearly 40 years now. O Levels disappeared pretty quickly - only a few years after I took them they became GCSEs. My school no longer exists in the place or identity that I attended, and the educational establishment that replaced it couldn’t help me. The exam boards no longer exist either. So it’s not a straightforward task by any means.
I was lucky, first in that it was hardly a matter of life and death for me whether I was able to prove my educational qualifications. And also I have a good enough memory that I could remember where, when and with whom I had taken those exams. So I was able to find successors to the exam boards who are able to provide replacement certificates, given the right cues. And my memories were sufficient to provide them with all the information they needed.
So last weekend I got a card-backed envelope through the post and, almost 39 years after I first sat them, I had proof again of my O Levels in English Language and English Literature (and also Latin, should I ever need evidence of that in future). Maths will be on its way soon enough (a different exam board) and the government will be satisfied that I’m a suitable person to be receiving this training.
But I won’t forget the experience in a hurry, and the lesson that I’m taking from this experience is to make digital copies of all the important paperwork that I have just in case I ever mislay them. It may be possible to recover copies, as with these, but it’s not something you’d want to do if you can avoid it.
- Richard