AS THOUSANDS found out what their futures held on A-level day, one such student was 18-year-old Tom Ackerman, of St Philip Howard Catholic School.
Here, he gives his take on what it is like in the run-up to the big day.
FOR most people, August 13 was just another day of work, maybe a day that involved an early-morning Starbucks, or even a rushed slice of toast between trains. However for many 17 and 18-year-olds, results day is one of the most terrifying experiences of your life. Or at least it was for me.
You see, I have had a rather enjoyable summer. Finishing sixth form in mid-June means you have almost a two-month holiday in which to lounge around and do nothing. In some ways, it’s perfect but, as every day passes, results day creeps closer.
The night before is horrific. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to sleep whilst your future waits for you the next day. Two years of study, compressed entirely into a single letter printed onto an A4 page. Safe to say, I didn’t sleep much, but when I did finally fall asleep, five hours seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.
I was greeted by my mother, at 7.30am, with a cup of tea and a smile.
Bleary eyed I logged into UCAS and checked the tracking site. This was to check that my offer had been declined, or at least that was the result I had resigned myself to the night before.
What actually happened was the opposite: “Dear Mr Ackerman, congratulations! Your place at the University of Gloucestershire has been confirmed.”
I can tell you now, there were many tears, smiles and screams of joy. Not all of them from my mother.
After that, results day is considerably less nerve racking.
Either you got in or you didn’t, but that bit of paper had somewhat lost its fear factor.
However nothing, and I mean nothing, compares to the feeling of relief one receives when realising that your offer has been accepted. I got in, and not even a thunderstorm could dampen these spirits today.