The Fear of Results Day
12 August 2004 // 2:26 p.m.I know I haven't been updating as regularly as I could, but until my life starts getting more interesting (i.e. after the summer), The Daily Pie might just become almost...daily!
In a week's time, I will know my fate. 19th August is the dreaded Results Day, where we all pile into school and push in front of each other in the queue to get our A-Level results.
I took Biology, Psychology and French this year. By the end of term I was enjoying all three of them, but my mind seems to have repressed all memories of the exams themselves, so I can't remember how I might have done.
I lie awake at night running through the Results Day procedure in my head. I've planned what I'm going to wear already, to create a calm but well-dressed and completely in control facade. That's my way of dealing with things. But there's only so many times that one can think about how much silver jewelry is too much, and then I go on to thinking about the actual results.
I have nightmares about this bit. Getting the piece of paper and having to read the letters and numbers and interpret them. My offer from the Uni I want to go to is ABB. No grades = No place.
I've never been nervous about results days before; mostly because I've never had anything to worry about. I like exams, I usually do well in them. But this is The Decider, and that explains why I am fucking terrified.
I really hate feeling nervous!
