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Sequence Matters

When I was graduating from college with my electrical engineering degree, the last class I had to take was a technical writing course. I was taking it as a correspondence course because I thought that would be more convenient. This was back in the day when you had to literally mail it in.

Unfortunately, I learned more than just how to present technical information. Because as a fluttery 22-year-old interested in a lot of things that weren’t technical writing, I delayed reading the instructions for how the course was managed.

It was only after I submitted the first assignment that I read the details – the first assignment was due within six weeks of starting the course. Once you made that deadline, you had ample time to finish the rest of the course.

But if you didn’t make the deadline for the first assignment, they dropped you from the course and kept the tuition money. I didn’t submit my first assignment until three months after the course started. Doh! That’s when I discovered that I had to pay again to take the course.

In many ways, it was the capstone lesson of my university career. Broadly speaking, learning not to wait too long to ask the questions if you need more info. Because waiting til the night before a project is due just makes it clear you haven’t done anything. Sequence matters.

It’s funny how often this lesson applies to my life 30 years later.

At work

One of the key leadership skills I’ve discovered is parsing the group to-do before my to-do. This is to say, doing the work to hand out assignments to the team so that they have plenty time to do it. This sometimes feels disruptive to me when I just want to dig in and get things done.

But it feels like many of us have worked for leaders that can’t sequence properly. It creates a pretty crazy working environment where it’s hard to do our best, right? Sequence matters.

In family

I like to complain about kids socks. They get taken off and stuffed everywhere – in between couch cushions, in backpacks, the car, and I even have some in my purse. So that when I go to wash the socks, often I don’t have both in the load. You can see where this is going…it’s a pain to sort socks.

But when I tell my kids to get their shoes and socks on, it’s important to have socks at the ready – even if it’s a pair that doesn’t match. I’ve learned the hard way, the socks are the blocker. Sequence matters.

[An unrelated aside: The other day I was on with an AT&T customer service rep named Walter when my kids were heading out the door. I yelled, “do you have your socks on?” and then had to apologize, “Sorry Walter, not you. I was talking to my kids.” Walter laughed and told me that he had to check but he did have socks on.”]

Writing

You have to start writing something before you can revise it. Simple, right? I wonder then why I spend so much time revising things in my head before I have even gotten a draft down on paper. Sequence matters.

Conclusion

One last story about sequence and my college degree. I re-registered and managed to finish all the assignments for the technical writing course. But before I got my final grade and thus was able to graduate with my BSEE, I applied for a job and said I’d graduated.

When my soon-to-be-boss checked my references, he found I hadn’t graduated. Ah yes, close enough only applies to horseshoes and hand grenades. Sequence matters. Fortunately, I still got the job.

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14 thoughts on “Sequence Matters

  1. Thanks for sharing your story, even the most seemingly mundane experiences can teach us vital life lessons

  2. This is such a great post, Wynne. I work in a role that is very much reliant on looking ahead a few months and planning backwards to make sure there is time for each item in the sequence to be completed. There have been flubs along the way, but that skill has expanded out to all areas of life.

    I hear you on the socks–I don’t have kids and rarely see kids, but nonetheless I still have a small pile of baby socks that somehow ended up in my laundry. 😂😂

    1. Oh, I love hearing about this from your professional point of view. Such a great point to work backwards. And I’m totally laughing about the socks! Thanks, Erin!

  3. I enjoyed learning more about you. I was surprised you didn’t read the syllabus and turned in your assignment late. You remind me of my son. His senior year, I got a phone call on Memorial Day from his health teacher that he hadn’t completed the course. She said he wasn’t going to be able to walk at graduation. “But he’s valedictorian,” I said. “We’ve never had that issue before,” she answered. It was an online course and he was supposed to finish one unit, find the teacher and ask her to unlock the next unit. The teacher agreed to unlock the entire course and he finished it in one day. Then for college graduation, I had planned a nice dinner at our favorite Santa Barbara restaurant. I booked hotel rooms for my dad and us. We invited local friends to graduation and dinner. Then our son called and said he was skipping graduation and couldn’t join us for dinner because he had two papers to write — and he was allowed by his professors to turn them in late.

    1. Oh my goodness – those are two great stories, Elizabeth! I love that he managed to navigate through those requirements at the very end. That’s quite a skill too!!

  4. Oh, I get putting things off. My perfectionism gets the best of me sometimes. And you’re so right, start early, and get it out of the way as soon as possible … not the last possible moment. With your post in the back of my head, I fear a crazy nightmare tonight. Ha, ha.

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