Ahh A level results day. 3 years ago I was the one receiving my A level results and being accepted to study English Language and Communication at Canterbury Christ Church University. And it was the best day ever, I was so happy to get the results I needed to go to the uni I wanted to go to… which then led to me totally having the best 3 years of my life, as the hundreds of thousands of kids about to embark on similar uni experiences will too. yadda yadda yadda.
HOWEVER 5 years ago, was less fun for poor old Amber. I had just finished my first year at college, kind of hated it but I had tried hard on my AS levels, and so was excited to move on to my second year of college, hopefully hate it less and then be able to get out of there and go to uni.
I was on holiday in France with my family on results day, and so was feeling nervy about it all week, seeing everyone’s posts on Facebook “I got 4 As!!!!” you know, that kind of crap. And the nervousness was 10x worse as we drove home on the longest road trip ever. Trying to down out my worries with ‘wrecking ball’ and ‘best song ever’- all those top hits of 2013.
As we were pulling into the drive my brother goes “I bet Amby’s gonna get all As” and even I agreed that I would probably do well because of all that hard work I’d put in over the last year.
The engine switched off, I ran up to the house, unlocked the door and there was the brown envelope of doom on the door mat. I ripped it open in excitement- how well did I do?????
E E D C
I was SHOOKETH. I thought it was the worst thing to have ever happened to me ever ever EVER. I had never got below a C before this day. THIS WAS THE END OF LIFE AS I KNEW IT
Obviously it was not… in fact, it was the best thing to happen to me really- It was a bit shit having to resit history the next year, and it shook my confidence in exams but because of my shit results in first year, I picked up English Language as an AS in second year- which I now have a 2:1 BA degree in. Not only that but I met one of my best friends who I honestly cannot imagine my life without.
In addition to this, I ended up going to uni a year later than I wanted, which if I hadn’t done, I wouldn’t have met all the great people that I did meet at uni and my life would be completely different.
So this goes to the people who didn’t get the results they wanted- I’m a real believer that everything happens for a reason, and a repeated year or whatever can be a blessing in disguise, as it totally was for me- as it turns out, I’m totally thankful that i couldn’t wrap my head around AS history exam technique.
I mean it’s no Jeremy Clarkson failing his GCSEs and having all his nice cars to drive, but that’s my shitty exam results story and why it worked out well for me.
All the best