"Don't stop me now"
I am in shock. Delerious shock. This morning went as planned, calling around shops in town and the Meadowhall, enquiring about vacancies and leaving CVs. I even got a job interview for next Wed. In Meadowhall we'd just finished lunch and were off to get another application form. My phone started ringing, saying private number. I figured maybe one of the shops was very keen and was calling me already. I answer, and heard a distinctive Scottish accent. Liverpool?! No, wait...it'll be about the grades I need to get for next year. Ah well... But wait a minute...
somebody dropped out... do I still want a place?
Well duh!?! And so: I'M GOING TO UNIVERSITY :D:D:D
Couldn't be happier, still don't quite believe it's real. I have no idea how it's going to be sorted (I withdrew from UCAS yesterday), and god knows if I have anywhere to live. But I'm going, and I'm going in just over three weeks.
I am so lucky.
somebody dropped out... do I still want a place?
Well duh!?! And so: I'M GOING TO UNIVERSITY :D:D:D
Couldn't be happier, still don't quite believe it's real. I have no idea how it's going to be sorted (I withdrew from UCAS yesterday), and god knows if I have anywhere to live. But I'm going, and I'm going in just over three weeks.
I am so lucky.