Moment of truth
As it turns out, things hardly ever go to plan. Here's me, all sorted out with my job and everything for Edinburgh, and I didn't get in. I ended up with ABBC in my A-Levels, but I needed that C grade to be a B. I might have gotten away with it, but my school didn't send my sick note to the right place and, by the time they did, Edinburgh had no places left.
But don't go feeling sorry for me. I'm actually glad about this. I know I kept writing about wanting to go to Edinburgh but, thinking about it, Lancaster has the better course - which is ultimately what I should have been looking for. I also like the fact that the university is like a small city itself, with everything you need within walking distance.
It probably helps that my friend's boyfriend goes there and has offered to take me out for dinner on my birthday (which just happens to be the first day of Freshers' week), and has given me permission to bug him whenever I get lost. Perfect.
So now I'm doing English Language with Creative Writing and, because we have to do an extra subject in first year, possibly Theatre Studies. I'm so excited I'm practically vibrating as I sit here and write this. I've even done the geekiest things possible by contacting Lancaster for a reading list, as well as creating a group for my course on Facebook.
It's driving me absolutely nuts that I have to wait until the end of September to start, especially since my best friend leaves on Friday (29th August) for her course in Chester.
The best thing about all of this, though, is that my English Language teacher thought there was no way I'd get the B I needed - she said I'd be lucky to get a D. I had glandular fever and I still got my B. Now I'm trying to resist the urge to go into school in September just to say "nah nah nah-nah nah" in her face. I may be eighteen, but I'm a child at heart.
Last updated on: 26 August 2008