Tomorrow, it’s GCSE results day. This means two things – feeling extremely sick, and using my mobile phone a lot!
I haven’t really thought about the communications side of tomorrow much, seeing as I’m more worried about everything else. However, as Ewan pointed out to me tomorrow morning I will spending more time than I have in a long time, using my mobile phone.
From what I’ve seen from previous year groups (we’ve been shown videos into scaring us to work hard), everyone is using their mobile; so how will I be using mine tomorrow?
Firstly, there are my plans to Twitter everything. It’s more of a plan to keep me sane whilst walking into School than anything else. Then again it’s also partially so that anyone who is interested enough to care, can follow what’s happening on my Facebook and Twitter profile.
Then, there are the “after reading the results†communications. Obviously, whether good or bad (that sends shivers down my spine), my family will want to know.
That’ll mean making a phone-call to my Mum, and trying to tell her everything whilst everyone else in my year group is at the same time. My School is also built in such a way that gaining a signal is near impossible, so I’ll have to hunt around for a good spot, preferably away from my teary-eyed and excited peers.
I don’t doubt for a single second that the hundred and eighty strong year group will not be making dozens of calls and texts. With everyone owning a mobile phone, and eager parents, I expect everyone will have fully prepared and topped up mobiles.
The rest of my family, namely my Grandparents have asked me to send them a text or “drop call†them. I can only imagine that even if I text them the results, they’ll be phoning me up, probably with speakerphone on, so that they can all hear.
And finally, another Twitter update.
Isn’t it odd to think that five years of work will be summed up by 180 characters on the internet? Hmm, whatever the outcome, I don’t want think about it now.
What’s even weirder to think about is that there will be around three hundred thousand students receiving their results tomorrow, and probably doing the exact same thing. Maybe not the Twittering though, because I don’t know of anyone in my friend groups, or year group who micro-blog; but I can guarantee that a number of texts and phone calls will be made.
With any luck whatever I will be texting and saying on my phone tomorrow, it’ll be good – although I don’t have high hopes for Music. But even so, at least I can phone up a reassuring voice in the event of anything drastically horrible.
And that is why I love my mobile phone.
Best of wishes to anyone else who are also receiving any results tomorrow!
I wonder if you'll have any 'Network Busy' issues. Sometimes get them at Liverpool Street when the trains are fooked and hundreds of people are ringing up their partners to say 'i'll be late home dear..'
Good Luck anyway, you'll be fine! And even if you fail dismally, just become a designer 😉
K
Hmm… Maybe! I'll report on Friday or via Twitter if there are.
I dabble in a bit if Photoshopping “artwork” (if that is what it can be called) every now and then! So you never know!
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Thanks,
Samantha.
Hope your results are great!
Good luck Samantha. I am sure you will do fine, and remember whatever you get you should be proud! It also scares me as I got my GCSE results 4 years ago, man I am old.
Remember – it's not what you get; it's what you do with them that counts.
Mind you, I got my results 12 years ago…
12…
When you are older, you will discover the medicinal power of beer.
4x As and 5x Bs. That's what I got.
If you get 11 A* grades, we'll buy you a 1st generation (i.e. unlockable)
iPhone.
I can't get 11 A* grades. I did Foundation Maths, because I used to be quite rubbish. I like to think now I'm not that bad. I'm expecting a C in that. Music I expect to fail, because I had quite possibly one of the weirdest teachers known to mankind – and he didn't teach us that much.
I doubt I'll get an A* in anything… If I do, I will party!
Although, saying that, I've got two A* grades in my modular Physics exams, and on one of them I got full marks. So you never know!
Samantha.
Thanks Nacho!
Thank you Ricky.
Well, I remember doing my Year 2 SATs and helping the people on my table. Now, that makes me feel old… Ten years ago!
Thanks again,
Samantha.
Well, I plan to go on to Sixth Form and do Chemistry, Biology, History and Psychology. I plan to persue careers in Science and Politics!
I think my friends plan on finding the medicinal power of cheap vodka and cider tomorrow! I have to say though, I'm not a fan of alcohol; I hardly ever drink, and if I do, I barely drink anything.
Thanks,
Samantha.
Very sound choices.
Re: alcohol. You're doing it wrong; the trick is to go for the expensive stuff. That said – don't drink if you don't want to.
very true greygoose vodka or Absolut none of this asda smart price tat! 😀
I remember being like that.. then I hit 20.. then I discovered the beauty of alcohol. Although if you look in my Facebook gallery in October / November 2007 you'll learn that alcohol is bad.. I had both eyebrows waxed off for some free drinks.. Don't try it at home!! 🙂
I like the responsible addition you added in at the end there!
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I think I might just check out those photos! And I can assure you now, I won't be waxing my eyebrows, or anything off for free drinks!
Samantha!
You say that.. But it DID seem like a very good idea at the time, the realisation hit when all I could see infront of me was a waxing strip with a whole eyebrow on! 🙂 K
By any chance was you drunk when you thought it was a good idea?
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Samantha.
I'll tell them that!
All the best Samantha!
Thanks Ben!
Good luck – s'been good having you on the team 🙂
Thanks James!
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Good luck! Let us know how you get on.
good luck!
good a-level choices.. I did Chemistry, Biology and History, followed by a BSc in Chemistry…
And the results, Njar?
hmm B's mostly.. I was a cynical about academia; I only chose science A-Levels so I could do no work and still sail into a top uni (warwick) with a 3 C offer!
Those were the days, Njar!
Those were the days, Njar!
Those were the days, Njar!