Yesterday was GCSE results day. ‘O’ (ordinary) levels in old money. A day I recall well – mine were in Orwellian 1984. The official end of school for me.
Which was indeed something to celebrate. A sad and disappointing one academically though. I needed three passes to do my BTEC in design and that’s what I got. Only just. With an A, a B and a C. A tear came to my eye when I realised all that effort and the trauma of attending school had resulted in four fails. They promised me seven. That’s what they predicted. But that day I learned for sure what I already knew. That the school had let me down.
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