At the time, A level results day feels a lot like doomsday, with three grades somehow deciding what your next step will be. This last hurdle of sixth form annoyingly sits slap bang in the middle of enjoying the longest summer holiday of your life – and don’t you know it. But the contrast between Twitter’s oversaturation with panic memes and your celebrations already planned begs the question, what happens when everything doesn’t quite go to plan and you end up at your insurance choice university?
If you haven’t already worked it out from the title of this article, for me, results day went a bit skew-whiff, a bit off track, but in probably the least panic-inducing way. I will soon graduate from the university I originally put as my insurance, and I thank my lucky stars for it every day. So, if you are going to your insurance uni, or are a bit sceptical that you might not quite make those firm grades – well, the latter was me three years ago, and it turned out even better than I imagined.
Let’s rewind to my last A level exam, the point where I got suspicious that my plans might decide to freestyle a little. In short, it didn’t go well. Was I momentarily over-dramatic about it? Of course I was. Chemistry wasn’t my favourite subject, my other exams had been fine, and it felt like I had fallen at the very last hurdle, except I wouldn’t know for two whole months. There’s always one terrible exam to spice things up.
Dramatic response over, those around me gave a much-needed dose of reality. I’d done all I could and there was absolutely no way of changing my results, so I left sixth form and flew to Greece for a week with three of my best friends. With a summer of sun, fun and only a brief part-time job constituting any kind of work, it’s no surprise that I forgot all about results day until August crept closer.
Now, I am about as far from being a morning person as is humanly possible. So, the night before results day 18-year-old me had her fingers and toes crossed for the luxury of waking up at 8am, logging onto UCAS, seeing that I had managed to get into university, rolling over, and going back to sleep. How else was I going to survive the big Manchester night out my friends had planned?