I am filled with jittery nerves and a slight queasiness just thinking about A-Level results day tomorrow. You, I’m sure, will sympathise with me, until I remind you that I actually received my results almost 2 years ago. Maybe I have a touch of melodrama about my personality, but for me, the anxiety is just a lingering after-effect of the day that was definitely one of the top five worst days of my life.
Please don’t panic. I’ll admit that’s a frightening start but in order to stop you running off to sob yourself to sleep in terror, I’m going to spoil away the ending for you. My results day fiasco has a happy ending and almost all do.
My tale begins at about 6:30am on Thursday 19th August 2010. My college had a system whereby they published your results online at 7am so you could look at them before going in to collect your paper results at 10:00. Obviously, every sane person wanted to look online first and so at 7am the system was excruciatingly slow. However, I finally logged on, only to discover that I had missed, not only my first choice grades, but my insurance ones too. And by only two, teeny, tiny, stupid marks. (Clearly I’m still a bit bitter!) It would be an understatement to say I was devastated. To make things worse I couldn’t even go onto the UCAS website to review my offers because it had crashed.
But, at about 9:45am my story has a dramatic twist. I finally managed to log on to UCAS and discovered to my delight that Leicester had still made me an offer despite those two infuriating marks. I could not have been happier. While I realise I was incredibly lucky to still get my place, my two best friends also missed their offers, and by considerably more than two marks. They took a year out, did some retakes, went travelling, got better grades then they were predicted to begin with, went to Universities which suit them better. One even came to Leicester.
I really believe that I would not have been as happy at my original first choice Uni than I am at Leicester. And it taught me to work harder, because I will fully admit that I cruised through my A-Levels. Because of that disappointment, I now know that I will not feel so stomach-churningly terrified of results if I have worked as hard as I can for them.
So tomorrow morning just remember that your results are not everything. Remember that it will work out for the best.
And GOOD LUCK.