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I woke up to Chris clutching his acceptance letter from Cambridge with an expression of utter shock and joy on his face. Although i was of course happy for him, i felt a sinking realisation that we will soon be occupying not only different universities but completely different lives. i was also convinced at this stage i would be making the unhappy clearing phone call, and employed my usual exam recieving tactic of grabbing my results and making a dash as far away as anyone else as possible. however, as i was dodging my way through the mainly happy people of colchester sixth form college who i have grown to dislike rather a lot, my philosophy teacher (also called Anna and utterly lovely) yelled out "well done!" and i was forced to look at the stupidly important piece of paper
i then continued to dance around, hug Chris and do quite a lot of skipping
I'd forgotten how wonderful academic acheivement can be, and it has really given me a sense that i can do things. i can actually do things
i really wanted to find the head of philsophy, who made me pay my own entry and almost kicked me off the course and wave my A in her face going HAH! HAH! I HAVE BRAINS!!!
i've never got an an A in any exam before, to get three has been just.. unbelieveably wonderful and satisfying and like getting the best prize imaginable for not quitting and fighting my self destructive tendencies
yay!
i then continued to dance around, hug Chris and do quite a lot of skipping
I'd forgotten how wonderful academic acheivement can be, and it has really given me a sense that i can do things. i can actually do things
i really wanted to find the head of philsophy, who made me pay my own entry and almost kicked me off the course and wave my A in her face going HAH! HAH! I HAVE BRAINS!!!
i've never got an an A in any exam before, to get three has been just.. unbelieveably wonderful and satisfying and like getting the best prize imaginable for not quitting and fighting my self destructive tendencies
yay!