I took my driving test this week. Having taken lessons over the summer, and felt as if progress was being made, and my wonderful driving instructor being happy, we got the test booked in, and organised, a few weeks before, a mock exam. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said as we did
In the summer of 1998, at around this time, my Dad and I drove to my school with our brand new puppy (who promptly tried chewing the deputy head when she tried to pet him) to collect my GCSE results. I was completely high on adrenalin by the time we
Well, it’s happened again. Results Day. That terrifying Thursday morning when you must make the journey, or the phone call, or risk logging into your UCAS account, to find out How It Went. Were the last two years of your life well spent? Did you choose the right subjects? What
