Hello you lovely lot!

I'm not sure if this is going to be a long blog post or just a short one that i use to update you on my life, so let's see how it goes shall we? *EDIT: turns out it's a long one, sorry bout that*

So, if you also took your A Level exams this summer you will have shared the horrific day that was August 13th with me.

Results Day *dramatic music and lights and all that*

I was absolutely terrified. I needed 280 UCAS points to get in to my first choice University, that may seem like a lot to you or it may seem like nothing, everyone has different abilities. I already had 45 so it just meant I needed 3 C's to make up the rest and I wasn't feeling confident.

When I came out of the German exam I cried. I knew I had failed it completely. I couldn't understand ANYTHING and I had just made stuff up. Throughout the year there wasn't a single German mock exam I had passed and I'd felt confident about those!

English and Drama weren't as worrying for me but I didn't think I would get a C in either, however I 100% knew that I wouldn't get a U. I discovered afterwards that most of family thought I had failed too...so that's nice.

My dad woke me up at around 7am (even though I went to sleep at 5am, what a great day) and we both waited patiently staring at my laptop. My college, as per usual, were a bit late sending stuff out so Dad went out the room to get me tea. I was relieved by this because I was so dead set on the fact I had failed so I didn't want my dad to be there when I first found out for fear of a mental breakdown. Then, when he was out of the room, my email pinged.

You know that feeling when you're right at the top of a rollercoaster and just about to go down? Yeah, that. I thought I was going to puke. I opened the email with very shaky fingers to see I had a C in Drama, a D in English and a D in German. Everyone else posted about all the A's and A*'s they got but I am still so happy with these results. Never in my life did I think I would pass A-Level German.

I still knew this wasn't enough to get me where I wanted to go, my first choice University was also the one with the lowest entry requirements, so in short, I was fucked. I got my list of Universities that offered clearing places for my course and waited for UCAS to open.

Half an hour earlier than expected (typical) UCAS started working and I saw the words 'Unconditional Offer' under my name. I could have cried. I sprinted upstairs and shouted 'GUESS WHO'S GOING TO UNI?!' and mum cried and dad cheered, all the emotions.

So, on September 26th I will be leaving my family home in Nottingham to move over to live at Liverpool Hope University. Liverpool is a special place to me, if you know me you should know that. It's where I was born and where I lived till I was 8. My dad also went to Liverpool Hope University when he was 30 so when we both went to visit it, we fell in love. Mum wanted me to go to Wales since we go there every year on holiday and she was disappointed when I told her where I wanted to go. When Dad went to Liverpool Hope he was suffering with quite bad depression so for her, it's not a happy time she wants to revisit. However, I know it's where I want to be.

I have found two of the girls I will be sharing my flat with so far and they seem lovely! They already know each other so that does make me a bit nervous about the fact that I could end up feeling really isolated?

Expect loads more of blog posts about Uni, the stuff I'm planning to take, moving in, first impressions and all that. I am SO excited to go! Although I will be leaving my friends, my best friend now lives in Germany and I think if she lived here I would be so much more terrified but things will be exactly the same. I'm not good with homesickness, I don't even like sleepovers that much unless they're with Natalie because those are the best kind to be honest. There will be tears and lots of them but I know that this is what I want to do with my life so it'll be ok. Thank god for Facetime!


Thanks for reading!

Becky x