Results’ day tomorrow! Argh. I phoned the school earlier to find out what time I should turn up, but nobody answered. I think their exams office receives the results today so I guess they’re busy processing. I’ll probably head there some time between 1100 and 1200. These things are always something of an anti-climax once the adrenalin rush passes, so I’ll have to decide on something to do with the afternoon. Any ideas?
If I’m remembering correctly, this time four years ago I was getting ready to go to a party (the only time I’ve ever seen people dancing within metres of gravestones) which was good fun. The next day I went nuts. Like, mental. Everybody else was happy to open their results straight away, but I left it for ages and slowly sank into an absolutely foul mood. I convinced myself I’d done incredibly badly, snapped at everyone in sight and was no fun at all. Finally I opened the envelope, found 2 As, 2 Bs and 1 D (and a B in an AS) and wasn’t much happier. What a muppet. I don’t remember the rest of the day, but I doubt it was that great. I don’t know whether it was stress, or worry about what I was going to do next, or just your basic attention-seeking, but I cringe every time I remember it.
I’m not going to be like that this time (promise, Mum). Like I said before, I’m expecting (approx) a C and a D and hoping for a B and a C, but whatever happens it’s not the end of the world. I’ve figured out what I want to do – namely, writing – and it’s merely a matter of figuring out the best way to do it. So, w00t. Bring it on.