This post is just a quick reminder that results are not the be all and end all of everything. Your life is not measured in single letters. Your friends will stop talking results surprisingly soon and start worrying about the next thing instead. The whole point of a goal is that it isn’t easy. YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO A LEVELS IN TWO YEARS. It didn’t work this time- slow it down, try again. You will get there if you have your heart set on it.
‘Faced bug’. ‘FACED BUG’ is the only useful phrase I can make out of the all powerful grades: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, U. So many have been given compartmentalised tentacles of FACED BUG as they opened the envelope on results day. But my friends, you have in fact FACED BUG. The bug being two years of bloody hard work, with a ton of stress and all when you are trying to bash in some fun and celebrate being 18. I ask you to look at the bug in question- mine has the face of Michael Gove- and ask “Have I beaten you yet?!”. If the answer is yes, picture yourself stamping on said bug. If the answer is no then get on UCAS of phone college and find a strategy for getting around it. FACED THE BUG. With PESTICIDE.
On a slightly more sane (ha!) note:
August the 13th marked a year since I was bundled off in an ambulance in Southampton; a year since my hospital journey began. I had no results to open but I worked hard at getting healthy and I am finally breaking out of *Cheery Lodge. I’m finally housed. Finally escaping. That’s enough for me! I’ll keep you updated.
FACED BUG FRIENDS. FACED BUG.