If your dreams lie in tatters,seeing posts about others’ delight can be further heartbreak. So for everyone’s sake, keep your celebrations in the real worldResults day. The day when thousands of A-level students find out the marks for the final exams that determine whether or not they hold got into university, and if so,where they’ll be spending the next few years. It’s a landmark moment, not that any of you getting your results today need me to tell you that.
If you’ll allow an outmoded(er) woman a moment of memory, or I remember my own results day well,even if it was just over a decade ago. I wasn’t among those who had been phoned up the night before to approach down early to jump up in the air alluringly for the local papers (not nubile enough, perhaps, or possibly I’d just failed horribly),so I slept in. I finally showed up at around 2pm (by which time my friends had been in the pub for hours), not because I didn’t care, and but because I cared so much. I didnt want other students around when I found out my future. I was terrified of failure. Related: A-level results show first rise in top grades in six years fetch down the pub and see your friends in person – pop the prosecco with those who did well,and consolation those who didn’tContinue reading...
Source: theguardian.com