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HELLO FROM HATHOR THE UBER-GENIUS!

Well, not quite, but BLOODY CLOSE ENOUGH!!

I got a D in music, therefore music can kiss my shiny metal arse.

I got 5 B's. They were in: DT, the two sciences (wooooo!) French (HOW? HOW?) and MATHS!! I got the top grade for my set for maths! WOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I got two A's in English Language and RE. Yes. RE. The stupid, lameass exam that I knew I was going to fail since I missed out chunks of parables and stupud donkey questions. An A???

I got an A* in *drumroll* history and English Lit. The subject which I hate. However, that is all for now.

I am SO happy it's scary. Feel slightly bad for a lot of my friends... Katie and Lorna both didn't get the grades for KGV and Jess didn't quite make it to Winstanley, although she's going to give it a bash anyway.

God, I'm not making any sense at the moment. Last night, I had some closure. I literally freaked out, and started saying "I don't want to do dance! i can't cope with dance! They'll all be AMAZING and I'll be the crap one at the back of the class! If I don't make any friends, how will I do group work?" And on. And on. Frantic discussion with my mother has now resulted in me deciding to do Politics. I made a life-changing decision last night, but I'm comfortable with it this morning...

This morning. So, so strange. I wasn't nervous at all despite the fact that last night I was rocking back and forwards feeling physically ill and contemplating running away and becoming a pirate. ("CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow!") When I finally dropped off, I slept uneasily, woke up at 7.00am, and sort of lay around in bed from then onwards, not tired but not nervous. I woke up. I actually sang in the shower, The Vines if anyone cares. I toddled around the house completely not nervous. I left the house feeling fine. It wasn't until I saw the school that my stomach flipped over and I started feeling sick again.

So... we waited in the entrance hall. Then, when they said we could go up, I ran up the stairs three steps at a time and was the third in the queue. I got my results, I clung onto them for dear life as I struggled through the crowd, and then I looked at them.

Then I screamed and my English and history teaches were in front of me, so I shrieked "THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" at a decibel and pitch untracable by humans. I then danced outside, waving my results and phoning various parents.

Yay me. Yay playfullemming who also did absolutely brilliantly!

And now I'm off to eat something and go to college to enrol. Which I can. Because my points are high enough. Hurrah!

Hope everyone else did well.

~Hathy_Col~

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mettanna and cucharita are certified uber-geniuses. I am now calm, and making sense again, although I fear that I didn't at the college interview. It was so weird. You know what I felt like? Bloody Harry Potter, of all people. The sort of "oh, heck, I'm going to a college I've been wanting to go too since I saw it this is a dream" type sensation. The bloke interviewing me actually commented on "Well, I know how you feel, you're probably not quite with it yet..."

Apparently, St Bedes had really low expected grades. The bloke was asking "Well, are your grades higher or lower than you expected?" and I answered that it was a mixture... thought I'd do better in music, but worse in RE and French, etc. Not many people from school actually turned up for Winstanley. Some people I don't like, alas.

Anyway. I'll come down from my happy cloud now...

~Hathy_Col~