Today is A level results day. Having worked at a university for over 3 years i am now pretty clued up how this shizzle goes down, but take me back 7 years and you will find a rather overweight 18 year old stranded at Watford train station.
Its 11.28pm on the night before results are out. According to UCAS you can view your results from midnight. However, and I advise you kids take a seat right about now, this was a time before internet on your phone had really taken off so midnight results was a no go.
Anyway the last train to Brum is at 11.33pm and I am nowhere near the station. I am getting tense now and my driver notices. His foot hits the pedal, reaching 88mph in my head but infact doing 75 in a 30 zone....on the wrong side of the road...not ideal when a massive lorry is in fact heading straight into you. Needless to say I survive that ordeal and arrive at the station as the train pulls in. Have I lucked out before its needed?
The journey home is a blur, soundtracked by Green Day's American Idiot, yes it really was released that long ago. I doze off only to be awoken by a crowd of people tending to me. I open my eyes slowly and to my horror I see a massive bloody handprint smeared across the trains window and my clothes are covered in blood as my nose flows with blood. For the rest of the journey no one sits next to me, I don't understand why though, what's wrong with a boy covered in blood and as white as a ghost?
I arrive home, avoiding the temptation to catch the last hour of Snobs. UCAS is down, which isn't a surprise, and so follows a night of no sleep and convincing myself that I have achieved every grade possible. I woke up at 6am and got on a diet of red bull straight away awaiting the post. By 10 there is still no post so i have no choice but to go to school and face my destiny. This is the worst part of the day but your teachers will be brilliant support. Looking back I probably should have gone to Snobs and stumbled across North Birmingham to be found by one of my teachers the next morning covered in blood, sick and Top Nosh cheesy chips...the benefit of hindsight eh!
Anyway it was all good. I got the grades, got to be Indiana Jones for the next three years and got a job in admin!
Good luck today A Levellers. A level results night will probably be the last time you go out with a lot of school friends so make the most of it. Try and emulate getting caught up in a mass brawl on Broad Street...including people jumping into the brawl from the top of stairs! Other highlights that are a must have: deep and meaningfuls with people you will never see again, believing With or without you was infact written for you and your mates specifically for that night and finally swapping a lighter for a football so you can have a kickabout on your way home.
To the future!
Thursday Santoro
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