Rowan Spazzoli

Strategist. Lecturer. Consultant

We care more

Seth Godin was the person who inspired me to start this blogging journey. He writes every day, sometimes only a few lines, and his nuggets of wisdom are awesome.

His post today, titled The Unfair Advantage, is about how caring more can create an incredible advantage, in business or in life. It’s difficult to do, but it keeps people coming back.

In the courses I run, we’re disadvantaged in a few ways. We don’t have the biggest administrative capacity. The marking process is highly subjective (unlike something like accounting) which frustrates students. And the concepts are sometimes difficult to grasp as they are often quite abstract and “fluffy”

But over the last few years we’ve developed a culture that sets us apart for many students

We care more.

If you’re struggling in a course we set you up with a mentor to help you. If you’ve had a family emergency we’ll support you and get you back on track when you return. If you are having a career crisis we’ll find a way to guide you onto the path that’s right for you.

We help our students start businesses. We encourage them with activities outside the course. We take an interest in their growth and development.

For some students, this doesn’t matter. They’re fine without us. But for others we have the ability to change their whole world. It’s difficult, and it means going over and above the call of duty. But it’s worth it.

We care more


Image is from my students’ Genesis project demo day (as part of their Postgraduate Diploma in Entrepreneurship). I’m not involved in their project but drove to campus specifically to see their event and ended up buying one of their fantastic products

Doing it for the now

Warning: this post contains a discussion on death, as a friend of mine passed away today. It is intensely personal. However, I’ve decided that my blog is a platform for me to reflect on deeply personal matters, such as mental health, my career and my closest relationships. So please keep this in mind

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Deconstructing our dark fantasies

In discussions with my therapist*, she pointed out that I build very intricate mental models (in her words “fantasies”) of people and use these to predict their thoughts, feelings and behaviours. This comes from a place of fear, where I was scared of how people might act and of being terrified of confrontation.

So I have conversations with these “fantasies” instead of with the people they’re about, and then I make my decisions based on these. Often I get it right.

But I often get it wrong too.

Today I took an active step to speak to a person instead of talking to my fantasy of her. And it turns out my fantasy was very very wrong. As a result, so were my decisions and interactions with her.

The outcome was much better than I’d even realized, and it turns out we were actually on the same page the whole time.

Reflecting on this, part of the problem is the difficulty we have communicating as humans. We build mental heuristics, rules of thumbs, which we use. And these can be helpful. But they can also be very wrong. So we need to make an effort to communicate more frequently instead of relying on our mental models

In her words:

I know [these conversations] are not always comfortable, but slowly we chip away at the things that are holding us back from living our best.

*I was going to pretend that I was chatting to a friend, not my therapist, but when I thought about it I realized that we need to continue to fight to destigmatize mental health issues and treatment. So yes, I see a therapist regularly and she has been instrumental in helping me through mental health issues.

Title of this post is based on Dark Fantasies by Kanye West. I’ve been listening to the album on repeat today

Image is of two friends trying to speak through a horse on Seapoint promenade.

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Falling in love with the problem

When we were in Oxford earlier this year for the Global Challenge, the recurring theme was the idea that entrepreneurs should fall in love with the problem, not the solution. This is particularly true of entrepreneurs that are aiming to have a social impact.

It sounds like a very simple thing to do, but it is far from it. When you pour your life into developing a product, a system or a business it is very easy to become infatuated with it. It’s your baby, and you become proud, protective and possessive.

However, this can cause a kind of myopia and might cause you to miss warning signs that your solution isn’t working. Your solution could be built to perfection, but it doesn’t actually solve the problem. It also means you might neglect other solutions that could solve the problem better.

By falling in love with the problem instead, an entrepreneur is able to pivot quickly from one solution to another, without becoming too attached to their original idea. They can set their egos aside and focus on what needs to be done

It’s a difficult psychological barrier to break down, but once you fall in love with your problem you’re much better positioned to solve it.


Image is from the pilot of our new startup. Our app isn’t nearly as ready as it should be, and it’s a little scary putting it into the field so soon. However, it means we can learn about how well it fixes the problem and then begin adjusting as necessary

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Music nostalgia

Vengaboys, Avril Lavigne, 50 Cent, the ketchup song, Usher, Blue, Backstreet Boys, Outkast.

This evening I spent time going through songs through the early 2000s with some fellow “millennials”. We reflected on songs from when we were in junior school. And the same few songs got us super excited, and reminded us of our younger years.

The four of us grew up in 4 different cities, in 3 different countries. Yet we all know all the lyrics from all of these artists.

And these songs were from between 10 and 15 years ago. Yet to us they feel like yesterday.

The nostalgia is both comforting and terrifying, as we realize how we’re getting older and becoming real adults.

One day we’ll try explain these songs to our kids, and they won’t understand. But they’ll forever be “cool” to us.


Image is from a picture of the TV while we were watching “hey ya” by outcast. One of the greatest songs of all time. Period.

The contradictory practice of grading students

In the course that I lecture on, we assign students a final paper entitled “My Leadership Manifesto.” In this paper the students are to discuss their understanding of leadership and critique the leadership concepts they’ve been taught. Following this, they outline what type of leader they’d like to be and the leadership style they’d like to pursue in the future.

I love this assignment, as it forces students to really engage with the course content and reflect on their own leadership style going forward.

However, I have found it incredibly difficult to grade it. It’s not that there aren’t some great ones and some terrible ones, it’s more that a grade doesn’t properly reflect what has gone on. The difference between a 63 and 68 makes no sense, particularly when you consider how highly subjective these papers are.

And this is one of the most difficult things about academia for me. That we’re forced to give marks for work that is highly subjective and dependent on the student and their way of thinking. In some instances, such as accounting and mathematics exams, it makes sense to grade a student. But when it comes to personal reflections and subjective writing, which happen in both the Strategy and the Management courses I lecture on, it makes little sense.

If I were to grade these in my own way, I’d first and foremost focus on the feedback, as this is a crucial part of learning. Then there would be three grading levels according to how the student has met their own potential: outstanding, commendable and insufficient. This would then pave the way for proper reflective learning.

Unfortunately, putting in place such a system within a hierarchal, mechanistic organization such as the university is difficult. However, I hope that one day we’ll move toward a marking system that is tailored toward learning and not towards an arbitrary allocation of marks.

And maybe our students would be better for it.


Image is of the exam tents that UCT has erected on campus. Exams are another outdated form of assessment which are in dire need of an review

Persevere

The motto on the badge of my primary school in Harare was “persevere”. I remember not knowing what it meant, but finding it strange that my Grade 2 teacher, Mrs Vere, had her name in on the school logo. Clearly she was quite important.

As I grew older I learnt the meaning of the word, and I have held on to it quite tightly ever since. Two very important events yesterday brought it back, and were quintessential examples of it.

The first was the resignation of Robert Mugabe as president. It reminded me that Zimbabwean people are the embodiment of perseverance. Many have stayed in the country despite the economic woes. Many have left but still send money back to support their families or are involved in various other ways. Through all the hardship, Zimbabweans have been resilient, and they have persevered.

The second event was much closer to home. My brother received his exam results and he had passed the last course of his degree. He will now graduate in March next year.

My brother’s journey is the greatest example of perseverance I will ever know. He has been through mental illness, heartbreak and our intense family drama. He has failed many courses, but each time he dusts himself off and gets back and does it again. He made it through the final course on his fifth attempt, and this time he received a distinction in the subject.

I am so deeply proud of what he has achieved. And I take inspiration from it. I have learnt that being resilient isn’t just about being fierce, it’s sometimes the quiet voice that says “I’ll try again.”

I think if we were ever to have a family crest, it would have the same motto on it as our alma mater, Highlands School, does:

Persevere


Image is from my recent visit to Pretoria, where my brother and I managed to fit in a very quick coffee before the meeting I was going to.


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Our Zimbabwe

“The night has gone and with the morning,

Come rays of hope that lead us on,

So we will strive to give our children,

A brighter day where they belong

Now flies the flag our nations glory,

We’ll live with pride, inside our heart,

As we all stand to build our nation,

This our land, our Zimbabwe”

-Henry Olonga, Our Zimbabwe

I was going to refrain from posting about Mugabe resigning because it seemed a little foreign to me. It felt fraudulent… after all I left the country in 2004 when I was 12.

But this evening, I remembered this song. I remember singing it with my Gran on the way to Highlands school. I remember saying that I wanted it to be our national anthem one day. I remember being in awe that my favourite cricketer was also a singer, and that he had made this song.

I also remember how sad I was when we decided to leave Zim. I remember how difficult it was to adjust to life in South Africa. I remember having to say bye to my friends, my school and my home. And I know this is the case for millions of Zimbabweans across the world.

It’s been a long time since I was back in Zim. But I know that one day I will return. One of the reasons I decided to study development economics was because one day I would go back and help rebuild. It’s going to be a long and difficult road from here, but I know that there are many people who will join on this journey.

We might all be in foreign lands, but we know that Zimbabwe is where our heart will always lie. And nothing captures that more perfectly than this verse from the song:

“Though I may go to distant borders,

My soul will yearn for this my home,

For time and space may separate us

And yet she holds my heart alone”

Mugabe might have scattered us across the world, but one day soon we will all return home.


Image is the Zimbabwe flag