Results Day 2019
Results day is a worry. It's a nerve wracking time and there's just no escaping that. I've always been somewhat of an anomaly when it comes to results, whilst my friends are anxiously biting their fingernails I actively look forward to results day. I see it as the culmination of all the hard work I've put in for weeks and months. I've always tried to have the mind set that in a way there's just no use worrying over the results. I worked my hardest and did my best and my results will (hopefully) reflect that so, if a D was the best that I could do then that's the best I could do and I should be proud of myself. If an A* is my best then that's even better but it doesn't necessarily invalidate any lower grades I might've got. What's important to remember when all these letters are flying past you and everyone is eagerly asking you what you got that as long as YOU did YOUR best then anybody else's results are irrelevant and you should be proud. A Levels are hard.
Now I can say this until I'm blue in the face but I guess you're still nervous anyway. For many of you, you have university places riding on this and so, quite rightly, your results are important but it's also not the end of the world if you don't get into your first choice uni. That's why UCAS has the insurance option. It really isn't the end of the world. Most people say that whatever university they got into, after the first couple of weeks they really couldn't imagine going anyway else anyway. It's almost like fate. If the worst comes to the worst and you miss out on your first choice and insurance then there's still the clearing route to follow and that's not a problem either. You just need to be prepared with university and course numbers and dive straight into contacting universities to see of they have any places available and if they don't or you don't fancy anyway then maybe it's the world suggesting you should take a gap year. There's no harm in it, and you can simply apply again next year. What I'm trying to say is that there are lots of options and whatever is inside your envelopes today, you should be proud, celebrate, take a deep breath and then look on to the next stage- whatever that might be.
On my results day last year there wasn't anything riding on what I got in my exams as I'd made the decision previously to have a gap year and apply the following year (which I did and you can read about that in my other posts). I actually got to my school to collect my results really late and the staff were starting to shut up (I slept in embarrassingly enough!). So I ran into my Sixth Form centre, grabbed the envelope and ran straight out again, opening the envelope on the way to the car park where my mum was sitting in the car wringing her hands nervously. I remember opening them and just stopping to take it all in. I was shocked in a way. I'd had a plan of what I wanted to get but was aware it was quite optimistic but here before me was pretty much what I'd aimed for and I was surprised. At this point my mum got out of the car and started coming towards me, worrying that a tragedy had occurred and I'd flunked every exam but I greeted her with a smile and I could see her eyes welling up - my mum is a cryer folks. We both got into the car. there was a silence as my mum held her breath. I could tell she was desperate to know what I'd got but nervous to ask at the same time. After a few minutes I told her what I'd got and showed her the slip of paper. And then the proud crying started up properly. I remember feeling very relaxed though. I didn't have a university place riding on my results. I was now free to apply in September knowing my results which really helped when it came to choosing universities as I didn't need to worry about entry requirements-I'd already got them. This meant my exams I think had been less stressful and I felt totally in control of the next step which was university applications. In a way I would really recommend having a gap year and applying after you already have your results. It takes so much of the guesswork and worry out.
Whatever is written on those slips, in those daunting envelopes today try to remember that you did you're best and that's all anyone can and should ask of you, including yourself. Now it's time to celebrate and look forward to the next stage. My fingers are crossed for you all and good luck!
Let me know in the comments how you got on at your results day, where did you apply, did you get in, were you pleased with your results and are any of you going to Oxford?
Now I can say this until I'm blue in the face but I guess you're still nervous anyway. For many of you, you have university places riding on this and so, quite rightly, your results are important but it's also not the end of the world if you don't get into your first choice uni. That's why UCAS has the insurance option. It really isn't the end of the world. Most people say that whatever university they got into, after the first couple of weeks they really couldn't imagine going anyway else anyway. It's almost like fate. If the worst comes to the worst and you miss out on your first choice and insurance then there's still the clearing route to follow and that's not a problem either. You just need to be prepared with university and course numbers and dive straight into contacting universities to see of they have any places available and if they don't or you don't fancy anyway then maybe it's the world suggesting you should take a gap year. There's no harm in it, and you can simply apply again next year. What I'm trying to say is that there are lots of options and whatever is inside your envelopes today, you should be proud, celebrate, take a deep breath and then look on to the next stage- whatever that might be.
On my results day last year there wasn't anything riding on what I got in my exams as I'd made the decision previously to have a gap year and apply the following year (which I did and you can read about that in my other posts). I actually got to my school to collect my results really late and the staff were starting to shut up (I slept in embarrassingly enough!). So I ran into my Sixth Form centre, grabbed the envelope and ran straight out again, opening the envelope on the way to the car park where my mum was sitting in the car wringing her hands nervously. I remember opening them and just stopping to take it all in. I was shocked in a way. I'd had a plan of what I wanted to get but was aware it was quite optimistic but here before me was pretty much what I'd aimed for and I was surprised. At this point my mum got out of the car and started coming towards me, worrying that a tragedy had occurred and I'd flunked every exam but I greeted her with a smile and I could see her eyes welling up - my mum is a cryer folks. We both got into the car. there was a silence as my mum held her breath. I could tell she was desperate to know what I'd got but nervous to ask at the same time. After a few minutes I told her what I'd got and showed her the slip of paper. And then the proud crying started up properly. I remember feeling very relaxed though. I didn't have a university place riding on my results. I was now free to apply in September knowing my results which really helped when it came to choosing universities as I didn't need to worry about entry requirements-I'd already got them. This meant my exams I think had been less stressful and I felt totally in control of the next step which was university applications. In a way I would really recommend having a gap year and applying after you already have your results. It takes so much of the guesswork and worry out.
Whatever is written on those slips, in those daunting envelopes today try to remember that you did you're best and that's all anyone can and should ask of you, including yourself. Now it's time to celebrate and look forward to the next stage. My fingers are crossed for you all and good luck!
Let me know in the comments how you got on at your results day, where did you apply, did you get in, were you pleased with your results and are any of you going to Oxford?
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