Almost a year ago today, I got the results of my AS levels posted to me through the, um, post. Today, almost a year after this event, I went to school to collect my A level result. I entered the school building a nervous wreck, walked into the main hall, and paced alongside the long tables - scattered with envelopes. Searching for one that bore my moniker, that would contain the two sheet of paper that will shape my future.


It was a while before I realised that I was not in Year 12, and in fact Year 13, but once I had I quickly made my way across to the side of the room where the Year 13 result were to be found. I located the white paper jacket which I so desperately sought and removed with haste the information from within that I coveted so intensely. It was as follows:


General Studies - B

Religious Studies - A

Product Design - C

English Language - A


Though of course these results mean nothing - A levels are so easy I could have just done a little bit of sick on my exam paper, smeared it around, waited for it to dry, crudely scraped out the shape of a dead badger and still received the same (if not better) grades - I am very happy with them.