Thanks everyone for your congrats on my results, I feel loved :love:

Now I definitely know I’ve got into Nottingham, I’ve started getting more stuff ready. I’m working though my ‘pre-arrival reading list’, which has around 20 + books on it. So far I’ve read all the fiction apart from ‘Frankenstein’, which I’m nearly halfway through. I put off getting any more of the books until I got my results, but now I’ve ordered most of the rest from Amazon, so they should come soon

We went to Ikea yesterday and I bought some glasses, a couple of plates and bowls, a blanket, bedding (for a single bed – nooooo), drink mats and a pink desk lamp. I still need some more stuff, but I don’t want to buy too much, cart it all the way there, not use it for a term, and then cart it all the way back home, so I’m trying to be careful. Which is a bit of a joke, since I’m an impulse buyer shopaholic type person

Today I had an opticians appointment (fascinating I know), and I still need to get my hair cut and then I’m all ready. I got a form from the university which I need to attach 4 passport photos to, so I got 12 photos done in a photo booth today. I still can’t believe I paid £10.50 for 12 photos in which I look absolutely awful lol.

My family’s been driving me crazy recently. My dad said we should go out for a meal to celebrate my results, which I thought was nice of him (although maybe my mum suggested it to him, I don’t know). He really doesn’t care about my results, maybe even me in general; he asked me if I was doing psychology, which I haven’t done since I was 14 or 15. When we finally got to the restaurant, he and Lara were in the worst moods ever, and it completely ruined it for me. Then he had the nerve to complain that the atmosphere in the restaurant was bad. Finally, he criticised the way I stacked the plates, saying that ‘reading and writing’ was clearly useless in life. I was like, wtf? So by doing that he completely undermined the whole celebratory aspect of the dinner. Now I know how you really feel, dad. Thanks for that.

Last night I couldn’t sleep, so I watched two films and listened to some crap music. As I was rewinding the films, I caught part of this programme around 4 am. It was all about online businesses and buying stuff online, and it was full of really basic questions that I found very amusing. My favourite one was the presenter asking, ‘Do you need software to use a credit card online?’. How someone can say that without laughing I really don’t know It tickles me though because it reminds me of how much I’ve learnt over the past few years. I remember when I was 11 and got my first computer, and I could not do anything except open a Word document and play Solitaire. I couldn’t even copy and paste. Then there’s the phase I went through at about 14, where I did nothing but go on the Internet 24/7 for a while. Now I’m here, I can do most of the stuff I want to do, but I’m not on the Internet all that much except in the holidays. Almost perfectly balanced, but still keeping in touch with the two worlds

Comments will be returned as ever :love:

Well, I got off the phone at around 5am this morning, and managed to stumble out of bed to college to get my results around 10:30, 11am. Basically, A levels are the last exams you do at ’school’, usually over 2 years when you’re 16-18, and most people do 3, sometimes 4.

Edit: Ugh I meant 480/600, not 420. I wasn’t thinking when I wrote this 480/600 is an A overall, out of 6 modules taken over 2 years.

I got:

English Language: 567/600
Geography: 559/600
English Literature: 553/600
History: 513/600
One of the 6 people in my year to get 4 As. So I’m really happy with those, and I’ve got a place at Nottingham University, so I’ll be moving out of my home at the end of next month, which is kind of scary
I’m just a bit annoyed with myself for getting a C on one of the papers I thought I’d do best at for Lit., but I might get that remarked so we’ll see. And I got full marks on one of my papers for Language, the synoptic which is supposed to be the hardest paper out of the 6, as well as getting full marks in 2 lots of coursework modules so I’m really pleased about that

Okay, end of my arrogant boasting lol.

I just hate the way that the media and politicians try to say/complain about how A levels are getting easier…well, GCSE results are also improving And they don’t complain that the human race is advancing in intelligence over time in general – so why can’t they see that about A levels? Teaching is getting better, students can choose their own subjects (and obviously if they like them and are good at them then they will work harder and get better results anyway).

Okay, end of short rant lol, because I have to get off the computer. I’m going into town tonight with my friends to celebrate, yay!

I really hope everyone else who got results today got the grades they wanted/needed :love:

I was baking cakes this morning because I agreed to make the dessert for tonight (the Murder Mystery Party). When my mum and her friend started yelling at me for icing them 15 mins after I’d taken them out of the oven :hmm: I decided to take Pom for his daily walk.

We walked down to the end of our road, which should only take about 40 seconds as there are only 4 houses to walk past, but with Pom it takes about ten minutes, because he likes to sniff every leaf and chase the cat from number 1. After I (semi-successfully) managed to stop him jumping over a low stone wall after the cat, we turned out of our road and into a bigger road. As we walked past, I noticed with curiosity that two girls (about 9 years old) had a table set up in front of their house and were clearly selling something. Now as I’m short sighted, and there was also someone standing partly in front, I couldn’t see what they were selling. But it really intrigued me because that house is known on our street as the ‘gangsta house’, as the people have only recently moved in and spent several weeks hiring builders etc. to extend it and buy various things for it, without paying for it (as our street gossip goes). Not only is the house easily worth over £1,000,000, it also has its own indoor pool and probably at least 5-6 bedrooms. So what could they possibly be saving up for that their parents couldn’t (or wouldn’t) buy them? A stretch limo? Drugs?

I pondered this as I walked on, until I realised there was something different. I couldn’t put my finger on it at first…then I realised that this is a day that will go down in history. The car freaks were nowhere in sight. The car freaks are a couple of youngish guys who have at least 2 cars, and who spend most of their time driving their cars onto the pavement (sidewalk), and back up their drive again, washing their cars, or leaning on their wall and talking about their cars whilst watching them intently. Honestly, that is all they do. I’ve walked, driven, and ran past their house practically all hours of the day, and they are always there. It was turning out to be a very strange day

So as I posted my mum’s letters (mail), and walked back down the big road, I thought about what a weird day it was I had crossed over purposely to see what the kids were selling. As they saw me approaching, they went into a dance/song type thing, thus explaining why the sun went in so quickly and it became very cloudy. (Luckily, by the time we reached them, they stopped dancing and therefore it didn’t start to rain).

I noticed with further interest that the table contained nothing but some white paper bags screwed up at the top. What was in them? Candy? The remains of their parents?

‘Want to buy some damsons? Fresh damsons!’ the girl said (read: shrieked), thrusting a bag into what would probably have been my face if I were her height (but was actually my crotch).
‘Err..no, sorry. I haven’t got any money with me’, I said. Which is true. I don’t take anything out dog walking with me at all, in case I get attacked and Pom decides to run off screaming, which he probably would do as men scare him.
‘What are you…saving up for?’ I couldn’t help asking.
‘Francis House’ the other girl replied.

Well, if it’s for charity then it can’t be that bad. But why sell fruit in front of your house on a not-very-main-street? Why not do a sponsored read or swim or basically anything that doesn’t involve standing in front of your house and dancing and singing about damsons?

Oh well, it’s the thought that counts.

When I got home I told my sister that the gangsta kids were singing and dancing about damsons in the middle of the street. She had no idea what I was talking about at first, and I don’t really blame her. But I sent her off with some money to go and buy some.

Her: ‘Should I use my fake £2 coin?’
Me: ‘Yeah, why n–oh it’s for charity, maybe not’

I need to go and ice my cakes now