I’ve stressed over the phase assessments for exactly 3 weeks now, since learning about it from Sea Lion blogs. Constant super-ego attacks of “I’m not good enough”, with pangs of doubt constantly creeping in, “What if I don’t make it?”.
Thankfully, I managed to pass the phase assessment, and I realized a lot of my worries were unfounded. The assessments aren’t a test of good or bad, smart or dumb, but rather an assessment of culture fit and the chance at being able to pause and re-group a little, even if that takes another 3 weeks. I trust the DBC staff to make the best decisions they can, and all I can do is put in the effort to ensure I know what’s going on day after day.
That said, I can empathize with the two whom were sent home and asked to repeat phase 1 because there’s nothing else I’d rather do right now than continue plowing through with the cohort that which I’ve grown to be so close.
We celebrated the end of the phase yesterday rolling deep to Irish Bank to get beers. The first semblance of a “break” I’ve had in 3 weeks.