I feel like starting this with ‘okely-dokely, neighbours’, but I’m resisting the urge.
I got three A*’s, in English Language, Drama, and English Literature. In fact, I got full marks in English Lit, a fact I’m more than a little excited about, and just dropped three marks in Language; I got 8 A’s, in everything else. So I’m happy. I honestly wasn’t expecting to get A’s in Physics or Chemistry or Maths or PE, and while I maybe dreamt of A* in Drama I never thought I’d get it (contrary to popular belief the written exam is ridiculously difficult).
Rhiannon got nine A*s and two A’s and, thank God, she didn’t insincerely sympathise with me. Not even once. She did say that ‘I suppose your marks in English show us where your strengths really lie’ in the most insincere voice imaginable, but that’s how she usually talks, so I didn’t attack her.
I am disappointed, though, because my ‘safe’ marks were the ones I didn’t get. On school tours, my Latin teacher tells prospective parents how ‘we always get A*s in this school. Never less. Oh – but last year a girl failed; she only got an A. Ahaha.’ There is a very high standard of teaching in the Latin department at my school. I’ve been her pet student since Year Seven, and she was telling me my mark was assuredly A* for years. When my form tutor realised I was sad crying over my A, not happy crying, she came over and usefully told me to think of all the girls who got Ds, Suzanne! I should be proud of that mark! Like I was aiming for a D, as well. But I am proud, I guess. I just know that she’s never had an A-level student who didn’t get that star in their GCSE before, and she’s going to be rubbing it in my face for the next two years, once she’s yelled at me about it enough. She’ll be mad.
Plus my German teacher marked my coursework as A*, said that she’d marked harshly so if anything the examiner would mark it up, sent it in, and it’s come back as a B (overall A). I told a teacher, because a two grade discrepancy is pretty hefty, but I think they just thought I was telling them my grade wasn’t good enough and I wanted the star, and I was brushed off.
But essentially, I’ve done lot of worrying for nothing. And I’ve got final, incontrovertible proof that it’s entirely possible for me to do exams in a state of psychosis and for it to still be all right on the night. I’m not entirely sure how I should feel about that…
Edit: well, I’ve got my little bit of (fake) champagne now, and we’re having a takeaway Chinese to celebrate, because I love Chinese. My parents are concerned at how easy I am to please…