Results Day

Today was the day that changed my life.

I was up early, after having an awful night’s sleep, to go into school and pick up my A-level results. I required a certain level of grades to get into the university I wanted to go into. If you are a regular follower of this blog you know how much this means to me and how worried I have been about it. Opening the envelope was perhaps the most nerve-racking thing I’ve ever done. After some confusion about which letters were actually my grades, I discovered I was one grade short of the offer I’d been given. But there was still a chance that I would be accepted so I had to endure the most nerve-racking forty minutes of my life where I walked home and logged onto my laptop, which was being slower than usual. I finally made it onto the university site to find, to my delight, that I have been given a place.

On September 27th I start a course in Primary Education at Winchester University. My dream has come true. After a few joyous hours of being at home the post arrived and there was a letter from the uni with loads of information about it and when I start. It got me even more excited if that was possible.

I had to return to school again to pick up the official statement of results which I will eventually have to give to uni. There were no nerves this time though. On the way in I saw my history teacher who was very pleased with my result and shook me firmly by the hand. Mr R was the best teacher I ever had in my entire school life and he is one of the people responsible for getting me into Uni. The other person was my English teacher who helped me to improve my coursework, Mr L. It turns out that the grade for the coursework was boosted by a grade which affected the overall grade quite a lot. Without that help I would probably have achieved lower and would not have been accepted. Of course the rest of my teachers also played an important part it getting me to this position.

As a treat for getting into Uni we had a family meal out at Nando’s, my fave restaurant. As usual the spicy chicken did begin to make my eyes water (I always end up having a really spicy meal). It was nice to sit and eat lunch with the family as this doesn’t happen very often and will become rarer and rarer as my life progresses.

This afternoon was the afternoon my mum got her new car. The lease on her beloved Mini had run out and she bought a brand new car. It’s a Fiat 500 in bright pink. The car itself is pretty cool though the extreme pinkness is a bit much. It looks like this:

It certainly sparks a lot of comments, from neighbours and people passing by.

This evening one of my friends randomly decided to get a few of us together for a meet-up in the pub. It was a little different to be in a social situation without both Chris and Mike but was still very enjoyable. We sat and chatted for a few hours about various things including Chatroulette, Ice Age 3, people we hate and going to university. Pretty much everyone I know has been given some sort of place at Uni which is great news. It was nice sitting and chatting to my friends. Whatever happens in the future, I know that we will see less and less of each other. And this made me think about the whole going to university thing. Getting a place isn’t the end, it’s the beginning. A whole new life is starting, in a new place, with new people. I have to make sure I am outgoing and make new friends. And of course I will be doing the thing I love, teaching.

This has actually been the best day of my life so far. My dream has come true. I am very lucky and very happy. The coming months bring all sorts of new challenges and I can’t wait to take them on. It’s perfect.