Congratulations! Your place at University of East Anglia (E14) to study American and English Literature (4 years) (TQ73) has been confirmed.
And then on my choices page my course offers were now "unconditional" for both my Firm and Insurance choice. Yay!!
Now this significantly reduced any stress I had about my actual results, and so I became a little too relaxed having breakfast and watching the news. It wasn't until I heard the unmistakable sound of the STXI End Credits music coming from my phone that I realised what time it was, and sure enough my friend Sarah was calling me to ask if I was at school yet. It's times like these that I really wish I could drive, as my parents were not as on the ball as I had hoped but soon enough we were on our way.
Honestly, from then onwards it is all a bit of a blur. I mean, I was already into uni regardless of the grades and all I wanted to do was pick them up and see how I did, and whether I just really lucky and UEA were lenient (which I was so sure would be the case). Leaping out of the car as my dad pulled up by the school doors, then bounding up the stairs into the library is all I can really remember before having a teacher notice me and rifle through all the brown enevelopes in front of them to give me mine. Turning around I came face to face with my friends, and as I asked "So, what am I looking for here?" I pulled out the sheet.
The sheet I saw first was not the one with grades on.
"Well, you'll see capital letters indicating the overall grade..." I hear Sophie say.
I look for the right sheet. Turn it over.
I look at the sheet. I look at the sheet again.
"Err.. Sophie.. does this mean I got two As and a B?"
So that's that. AAB. A in English lit, A in philosophy, B in sociology.
I don't think I stopped grinning and laughing for about half an hour. I honestly don't know how that happened. I am so, so shocked that I got those grades and absolutely elated. It was a while before I actually went to tell my parents, but they were so happy and proud of me (aawww). My Mum admitted she was expecting ABC, same as my brother, so I can only imagine how happy she is.
What's funny is that she was joking with her friend as they spoke outside about how "all of that time" I was on the internet, I must have been working and they didn't know it... When we got home, I couldn't help but grin even wider as I told her that it's true, I was on the internet a lot, but I honestly wasn't working. I procrastinated. I procrastinated some more... but what she and my dad never understood, is that despite all of my procrastination, I never handed in a piece of work late. I guess all I can say is that it all worked out in the end.
I've realised recently how much I miss school already, and I really do. I especially miss philosophy. When I spoke to Mr. Fuller yesterday I told him that, actually, even if I couldn't quite thank him for giving me confidence in my own abilities again, which he did, so so much. I did want to speak to Mr. Willis really, and thank him for being such a fantastic English teacher - I mean, even if it was because of him that I turned down my offer from Exeter ("I honestly don't think you will get an A. I think a B is far more realistic.") there is no way anybody in our class could have gotten the grades they did without him. And I got fricking full marks in two English modules, including the synoptic unit which is meant to be one of the most difficult modules in any A level. I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT - BUT I LIKE IT. A LOT. I guess I'll speak to him when I give back my copy of Top Girls. Mrs. Pearce was her usual sarcastic self, and as much as that annoyed me for two years I can't say that she didn't help me either - though I won't ever understand why I seemed to be one of her favourites.
Mrs. Brewer and Mrs. James can go and diaf as far as their teaching is concerned. They are nice women, certainly, but I taught myself sociology for two years because they were so incompetent at handling A level students and I am glad to be shot of the subject. Somehow I managed to get full marks on the religious sociology module and I am quite chuffed that I managed to scrape a D on criminal sociology since the essay question was on a guy I hadn't heard of. They weren't there yesterday, which perfectly echoed their teaching style.
So last night "everyone" was out. From Cuba, to Walkabout, to Revolutions to Oceana it was a really cracking evening. It really hit me whilst in Oceana how much I am going to miss all these people when I go to uni now... I almost had a moment. I also almost had a moment when Mum mentioned my Grandma as I was getting ready to go out. I have never forgotten the time when Grandma told me, in all sincerity, that I was the cleverest of my brother and cousins for my age ... I always remembered that but have felt that I have done little to uphold it, I mean Peter went to Oxford and is now out there changing the world, and Michael is a doctor and Kat a teacher and my brother getting fantastic grades all over the place... Yesterday, I felt for the first time that I haven't let her down.
I think that's all there is to say for now. For anyone who has read this, I'm sorry if it sounds too much like I'm bragging - that is not my intention, this is just sheer, unadulterated and elated disbelief.
A month today I will be registered at UEA - bring it on.
Yesterday I finally received my A level results. It is crazy really, that everything I have done over the last two years was leading up to those results and now.. it's all over! Overall it was an odd morning, I was woken up by my Mum at 8:30 with a cup of tea as she was eager for me to check UCAS track to see whether I was definitely in at UEA. I had been hoping to be able to check the site on my own, and then inform my parents so it was no big deal... but no. They had other ideas. So I had to log on with them sitting at the end of my bed, big smiles already in place despite what may have happened. Fortunately, the worst did not happen and on the welcome page I saw the message