By Adam Philpott, 16-years-old from Shrewsbury
Every student’s nightmare: results day, or as some say, judgment day.
The day can go one of two ways, either disastrously wrong or brilliantly well. Hopefully it’s the latter.
Until recently, I have been enjoying my extended summer break, free from school-related stress.
But with results day imminent, I have been reintroduced to the stress which I had not missed.
It doesn’t help that our headteacher, now retired, has exacerbated the pressure by announcing that her last set of results as head of The Priory School need to be “exceptional” and “the best yet”.
So, no pressure.
I have experienced the feeling of receiving GCSE results before, but on a much smaller scale – just for science results last year.
I remember opening the brown envelope as if it were sacred, then slowly drawing the white paper out, delaying the inevitable.
I won’t say what happened after that, but let’s just say I was rather excited when I saw ‘A’ printed onto the paper. I thought to myself, for a person who doesn’t particularly like science, that is not bad.
I was very proud – and so were my family.
There are a few positives to results day:
- It will be the last time I step foot in The Priory School (rather sad actually)
- I will get to see all of my teachers (some I’d prefer not to)
- The actual presentation is fairly short, so, if your results are below expected, you don’t have to suffer for too long.
With just a week left until results day, I am yet to experience the night before butterflies.
I just hope my results are good, because then I will get to go out for a celebration meal – Frankie and Benny’s I think – and can continue with my journalism aspirations.
Hopefully, the day will be a perfect end to a more than enjoyable school life.
