Seeing as the last chapter was all about me stressing for results day, I thought it would be appropriate to talk a bit about my experience with results day and give some insight which I received after getting them.

I was terrified on the morning of my results, and I genuinely thought that I would open them to find that I had failed everything. This is what I have learnt from this experience. If you always expect the worst, you will be always be either happy or content. If you do fail hard, at least you've prepared yourself for that. If you succeed, that success always feels the best.

I still feel as though there was some mistake when marking my papers because I actually can't quite process my grades. For once in my life, things seemed to be going my way as I saw that I had 9 A*s and an A which seems insane to me. I know that I worked hard, but I still feel as though I don't deserve them.

The nerves are the hardest part of it all, and I think that is the same for everyone regardless of academic ability.

Also quick story time because I think this is quite funny. So two pieces of backstory you need to know: my school cares a lot about its image and the way it's perceived, and that I was going to a camping festival the day of my results so I turned up wearing wellies, a fanny pack etc. I thought the school wouldn't bother taking pictures of me because I looked like such a mess, but I find out five hours later when I'm in a field at Reading Festival that the school have tweeted out pictures of me in my wellies and that I'm being quoted in the Oxford Mail with a picture alongside. I've literally been ignored by my school for five years, and then all of a sudden I've become the poster child for it.

Personally I think it's hilarious. Also I know I look a mess my face was blotchy from all the crying and I look like I have no upper lip. Also that's not Edie next to me but Gigi; the Oxford Mail really need to get their act together.