"And what we had wasn't really what we'd come to expect"

The Beat That My Heart Skipped
Dan Le Sac Vs. Scroobius Pip.

When I said I'd be gutted if I 'had' to go to my 2nd choice uni, I was forgetting that how you imagine things is hardly ever how they turn out.

At 7.45am (Nobody woke me up) I checked my results; while they didn't meet my first uni offer, they are damn good, and fine to get me into my 2nd choice. Imagine my surprise when it seemed,according to UCAS, that my first choice uni had accepted me regardless of my lower grading? While I'm sure that anyone reading this will have heard my tale of woe a few too many times, basically I was mistakenly told I had a place when I didn't. When I found out, my heart skipped a beat, or two, or maybe three, I ran around like a crazy person, and then picked up the phone. The next two days were spent tirelessly trying to sort everything out.

The best thing to come out of it? Probably that I'm now not going to an incompetent university. My insurance choice has been extremely helpful, have handled the situation well and have made me so impatient to get there that I have almost forgotten the ridiculous trauma of those three days of panic. I say almost; I don't think this is the end of it.

Anyway, what an anti-climax. What do I do now? I just do not know. Maybe I'll just type a blog, listen to some music and start making a list of things to take to uni... Yeah. That sounds good.

Sq.