As most of you will be aware, the education test monkeys went through their GCSE exams during May and June earlier this year, and I have been doing my upmost to avoid covering them in a blog.
The collection of the results was August 24th (last Thursday), and I was in with the hamster test too.
Some of you may be reading this thinking what on Earth is he on about, so I’ll tell you. Last year, our brilliant government decided to mess about with the future of 15 and 16 year old as of 2017, and boy did they do a good job.
They decided that going back to the difficulty of the 1980’s O-Levels would be the best idea. No prizes for guessing who thought that up. The new system would be slowly introduced to all subjects as of 2019, but beginning in English and Maths. They would be graded one to nine. One being useless and nine being just above an A*. You can probably imagine how the rest of the country was feeling if I’m ranting in this manner to you now.
People had mixed opinions on how they thought each exam went, some finding it a breeze, and others thinking they would rather do something else.
It did, however, have to reach August 24, and not do what I hoped would happen, which was I fall asleep (or try to) on the 23rd and wake up hoping it would be the 25th. Sadly, my wishes were dampened on when I did actually remain awake throughout the night of the 23rd, right up to the 24th, where I looked out of my bedroom window to find it was raining.
Great start to the day I thought.
I had a very quick bath and began to get dressed. I think I took the longest time to get ready since I was about three. Unintentional; obviously.
My Dad and I drove over to the school to collect my results. My stomach churned, it felt like the drum inside a washing machine on a strong cycle. I felt sick. The actual feeling was worse than sitting my very first exam back in May. We drove up ensuring we had purposefully missed the photo shoot for the following day’s papers. I wasn’t in the mood for attracting attention.
I left the car on my own, and slowly began the walk to the results room, my head was spinning, my stomach churning, and my emotions all over the place, I didn’t know what to feel or expect. I was completely alone. And I wanted to be.
As I approached the hall, my heart sank. Everyone was standing outside, to what looked like thousands of happy faces, and smiles a mile long. I didn’t really know what to do. My first thought was to walk back to the car and tell my Dad they had lost mine or the head teachers dog; Fidoe had eaten it. I didn’t think that would wash, so I took a few steps up to a smiling teacher who handed me a brown envelope, with my name and candidate number on it. I walked out, saying nothing to nobody. It felt like a surreal drama where everything passes really slowly as faces go by.
I walked back to the car and got in the back seat to find my Dad, turning round ready with his reading glasses on. I’d never seen him that eager in all my life. He seemed to be jumping in his shoes, waiting for me to read my results to him as if it was the National Lottery.
I couldn’t do it. I sat there and just looked at it. All in all, it took me about two minutes to realise that by procrastinating, my exam results would not open themselves, and I would have to do it sooner or later. Just how though?
I slipped my finger along the fold of the envelope and opened it. It took me a while to take it all in, as I said I wasn’t concentrating at my best, I was all over the place with my train of thought, emotions and all the rest of it.
Since I am one of those students who have to really work hard to get what they deserve and one of those students who despise individual results going in local papers, I won’t give you a breakdown of my grades as I am a strong believer in that they are private and belong to you. But, I can say that hard work does pay off.
I can also say I’m moving on to the next stage of my life with the grades I wanted (and actually didn’t expect) with a firm stand to hopefully do what I want to do in the future, which funnily enough is this- write!
My personal story really is a great advert and plug for the saying “hard work pays off”, and I wouldn’t be saying that if I didn’t have the amazing support from my family and friends. I would specifically like to thank my Auntie because without her pushing me and guiding me in the right direction, this could have been a completely different blog. Perhaps the last one? Because it does take up a large part of my time, thinking of ideas and writing them up. So, I definitely wouldn’t have been able to redo school and this. But, going into A-Level English Language with a Grade seven (an A to you oldies), I think this may be good for keeping up my creative writing skills.
I’ve sidetracked, so Auntie Alison, I’m now writing directly to you. Thank you for all your hard work and efforts, in the end, it paid off. And I’m bloody chuffed! You are amazing in every way, and without your help and guidance, I honestly don’t know what I would have done.
I would also like to say a massive, massive, massive thank you to my sister Rachel, I don’t know if she reads these, but she also pushed me to do the best I possibly could, and I hope I did you proud in the end Rach! Thank you.
My final thank you goes to you, the reader, I don’t know if you’ve just joined me, or been with me from day one, but I would like to thank you a thousand times, because without your continued support by reading about my piddly little stories, I wouldn’t be doing the thing I’ve always wanted to do… Write my own blog. It’s a small home and escape for my brain to dump its ideas.
I don’t need to say this, because you probably already know, but thank you, thank you, thank you.
On that rather uplifting note, I’ll leave it there. Thanks for reading, see you soon.