GCSE results.

So, I got into school this morning, to find that the entrance gates to the school car park were locked. Brilliant. So we drove in the exit, and around the car park the wrong way. About seven people from my year were waiting at the top of the school driveway, too nervous to go down and find their results. So I walked down the hill, and was followed by the others. Who were all hysterical. And crying.

None of us knew what room the results would be in, but after a bit of wandering around we discovered it was the former French room, now called Language 2. And there they all were, on the table. With our names and addresses on. After a bit of searching, I found mine, and promptly ripped the envelope open. I read through my results, and was going okay, until I found the AQA and OCR pieces of paper. I was down a grade in Maths, Statistics, and Science. Which is all what I'm doing at Sixth form. It turns out I was 5 marks off an A* in Maths (and probably Stats too), and 4.5 marks off an A* in Science. Siiiiiiiigh. So that makes 3 A*s, six As and one B. Which isn't too bad, but I'm gutted because I know I could have done better. Another school, another set of teachers, and I might have done better. Even just doing IGCSEs instead could have got me those A*s.

But it's no use crying over spilt milk, and I think I've still got the best results in my year, which is good. I was just hoping for four more A*s. Ah well.

Anyway, I'm off fluting later, until Sunday, so don't expect any more meandering updates until Sunday evening or Monday.