Nerves all over!

After 2 years of Sixth Form it all come down to this one day, A Level results day! Dun dun dun...
I don’t think I had ever been this nervous before in my life. At the time I thought GCSE day was nerve racking, but compared to this I feel like that was nothing. Obviously at the time it meant everything to me but today decided whether or not I was going to Uni in September 2013.

Since leaving College, going back to sit my exams, and Prom, these results were all I thought about. Even on my summer holiday people would ask me about what I was planning on doing next. For me (and I assume most students) this is the dreaded question, because I usually have no idea. I think I just hoped for the best, because what could I do now? There’s nothing you can change once you’ve sat an exam. I hated how long they made us wait for the results.

Finally the day came and my best friend in the whole wide world came to pick me up. She kindly offered to take me to collect my results (with my momma) because I told her I needed her support. I was having many doubts aha. I got to college and was actually quite pleased with my results. B in Health and Social Care and 2 C’s in Psychology and English Language. I don’t think these were amazing grades but I was very proud of myself for receiving them, considering I worked day and night revising for my exams and slaving for hours on end over course work pieces. I knew these grades would get me somewhere, even if it wasn’t straight to Uni.

What happened next I can’t really explain, I burst into hysterical tears of panic. What was I going to do next? I didn’t even have a plan. I had completely changed my mind after applying for a Primary teaching course in 2012.  What the heck is clearing? And how do I go about applying. If you don’t know what clearing is, it is basically the University opening up courses with spaces left after accepting their students who applied first time round. I knew what I wanted to do now but I had no hope that I was going to find a course I’d want to do so last minute. Magically, I did.

A careers advisor noticed the state I was in and asked if he could help. I composed myself and was prepared to take any help he was offering (He probably thought I needed counselling!). He helped me look through the courses I liked the sound of and I went home and spent the rest of the day on the phone, mostly hearing ‘We are currently receiving a lot of calls, please wait until we can connect you to...blah de blah shit’. Finally after Northumbria refusing to answer the phone, I found a course in Liverpool I was really interested in. I dialled the number and expected to wait ages, and straight away a lady asked my student ID and all that crap. I was 60 points off 300 and this is what the course was asking. I rang on a whim to just see what they would say. After 5 minutes on the phone she had put through my application and given me information about accommodation. I was in complete shock. I had just agreed to move 2 hours 30 minutes away from home without consulting my parents once! What da fuqqq. Was I crazy? I think so. Now I had to wait nearly 7 hours for my UCAS to upload and tell me whether I had been successful.

Around 7 hours after constantly refreshing my UCAS page my place had been confirmed. I had been accepted on to the Psychology and Early Childhood course, and I would move away in only 44 days! This was one of the craziest, proudest days of my life.


(Just incase any of you are creepy stalkers ;) lmao)

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