You want to know how I did it? This is how I did it, Anton: I never saved anything for the swim back. — Gattaca
One of the proudest moments of my life was when I graduated from language school in Monterey. Yeah, it’s not the Special Forces Q Course or Ranger School, but I worked my butt off to get that diploma.
But it almost didn’t happen.
About six weeks into the course, I found something better to do. OK, I found myself with a girlfriend, and watching the moon rise at Lover’s Point was a heck of a lot more fun than sitting in my room and practicing conjugation.
Six weeks after that, I failed a big test. That earned me a very quick, very frank conversation with the head instructor. Either pull my head out of my butt and get back to work, or look forward to a different career field. Getting let go from the school for lack of effort was a guarantee that I wouldn’t be given a second chance or be sent to one of the non-linguist careers in Intelligence.
So I knuckled down. I was up early to study, exercised while listening to tapes, and probably drove my roommates crazy by staying up until all hours of the night to practice vocabulary.
But it worked.
I aced every test after that. I still had a great time during the weekends and such, but Sunday nights always found me at my desk with headphones on and a book in front of me.
If you’re not willing to give maximum effort to something, you’re not willing to succeed. I’m not saying you have to be obsessive about it, but you do have to do more than show up and waste oxygen.







