Today I got my GCSE results, I know that the done thing is to seem worried or anxious, with one of my peers claiming "it was as exciting and nerve-racking as Christmas Day and Judgement Day all at the same time" but I wasn't too anxious. I was quite sure of what results I was going to get because of copious amounts of revision, but I must admit that when I got the envelope I wasn't sure I wanted to look, then I realised how clichéd that sounded and it was too much to bear.
So I ripped open the envelope, quite unceremoniously, revealing the key to my future - and fortunately I met the requirements to do the IB at my school for sixth form quite comfortably. With 5 A's and 4 B's I felt proud of myself and the work I had done. I can only hope I do as well in the IB.
I've been told that for the IB you can have two of the following three: Sleep, a social life and passing the IB, maybe I can be the first to have my cake and eat it . . .
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