Sleepwalking my way through life: Deciding my future

Deciding my future

The thud came unexpectedly, creating a booming sound that seemed to thunder through my head. I snapped to attention and leapt to my feet; I had received a rude awakening to reality, and it was time to face the truth. I walked into the hall and gazed at the white envelope that laid at my feet with the thud still reverberating in my ears. It was time; I had to open it and find out the conclusion to a years worth of education.

I whipped out my phone and messaged Marie, urging her to break all laws of physics in order to arrive at my house as soon as possible. I had promised her that I would wait for her to be with me before I opened my exam results; a promise that I was sorely tempted to break within those ten minutes as the envelope laid in plain sight on my coffee-table, sitting and blatantly existing.

After an eon she arrived, and I stood and let the envelope fall away as I clutched the certificates that were contained inside. I closed my eyes and pulled out the second page where my results were kept before opening them again and scanning my results.

Marie threw her arms round my neck, bouncing up and down in celebration as I sat stunned and bewildered with the certificate in my hand. I came to my senses and hugged her back, relief washing over me as I realised what had happened. I pulled back, looked at my results again and kissed her deeply; pulling away again only to look at my results.

A C in Advanced English, an A in crash Higher Graphics, and a D in crash Higher Drama; I had passed English. I had fucking passed English. Along with that my A in graphics shone out at me while Drama sat in the corner as an expected disappointment. My face lit up with the thought of English and Graphics. I could hardly believe it; I fucking passed English. I was ecstatic.

I logged onto the UCAS website to check my university placements, and my face fell slightly as I saw that Glasgow had rejected me from their Arts faculty. Even though my grades were good, they were not good enough to gain me access to the University. I was in clearing now.

Clearing... I still had a chance.

The next two days were spent on the phone; calling faculty after faculty, advisor after advisor, secretary after secretary. I searched for every possible loophole to admit me to Glasgow University. I had called so many times with so many questions that the woman at the admissions office knew me by name; I had to cover every base from every angle in order to find a way to work myself into the arts faculty. I even called up the Divinity faculty to see if they could offer me a place and I mused with a smirk at the thought of an atheist taking a religious course, but even that lead to a dead end.

As I was beginning to lose hope, and I was almost giving up on the university idea altogether, something unexpected came along.

“If your main aim is the Arts faculty, then I would recommend another university.”

At the time of hearing the admissions woman say that, I was not too happy. It suggested to me that I should give up on Glasgow University altogether and spending a year in university with Marie. I reluctantly opened the Strathclyde University website and browsed the pages and I hesitantly dialled their number.

I told them my situation – that I was in clearing and interested in their Arts faculty – and gave them my details and exam results. Yes, I am particularly interested in your English course, and the Journalism and Creative Writing course. The Journalism and Creative Writing course is full? Oh, damn. Ok, I will hold.

They transferred me to their admissions office, where I explained my situation all over again to another person. He asked me a few questions about English being my choice of subject – seeing how most of my Higher courses were science based – before giving me his personal details and phone number.

“All you have to do is send us in your Clearance Passport, and then we can get you a place.”

I hung up the phone with another option set out before me. I could apply for Strathclyde University and take my courses there with an almost guaranteed chance of gaining entry. However, this did not make me happier. I would still be away from Glasgow University where Philosophy (Strathclyde does not have it) and Marie reside.

That is, of course, before Marie suggested a transfer.

I jumped on the phone again and rung the Glasgow University admissions office. I eagerly asked my question, hungering for a reply that would satisfy me.

“Yes, you could transfer from Strathclyde to Glasgow,” she said, “but you would have to complete an entire year in Strathclyde. You would reapply to Glasgow and fill out a transfer form and then you would be transferred, but your requirements would be to pass your courses at Strathclyde. But there is something though; if you transfer to Glasgow then there would be no guarantee that you would be put into Second or Third year.”

“So there is a good chance of me going into First year at Glasgow after completing a First year at Strathclyde?” I confirmed.

“Exactly.” She said.

I hung up the phone and danced to non-existent music. Strathclyde seemed so much better now. It was closer to the train station, it was closer to the shops, it was in a more modern area, and it was only ten minutes away from Glasgow University (and Marie) by Underground. The courses seemed much more appealing, and it seemed to work out better as a whole.

There was still the chance of transferring to Glasgow and having to repeat a year, but a lot can happen in a year. It is very possible that I might not want to transfer at all and stay where I am.

However, there are still many options to consider...
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At 11:17 am, Anonymous kris said...


Firstly: getting your marks back. Scary, scary stuff. I got one of my results via text meassage last year, and i remember my heart thudding as I opened the message...

One thing that I've learnt, as I've looked at universities etc, is how things just seem to fall into place... you may not have gotten your first choice, but Strahyclyde is really seeming to work for you.

"A lot can happen in a year"... indeed, indeed.

At 11:36 pm, Anonymous laura said...

well done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thats fantastic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, u did super!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hehehehehehhe im soooooooooo proud of you, well done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! heheheheheeheh
laura xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
p.s hope 2 speak 2 u soon hehehe

At 10:45 pm, Anonymous Gary said...

Even if that last comment didnt have a name, it was blatanty laura...


Congrats with english, i think im goint t strathy too

At 12:54 pm, Anonymous Joe said...

Hahahaa, Thanks guys.


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At 12:34 pm, Anonymous Joe said...

Who keeps writing ... ???????

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