I got crap AS level results.
Somehow I *still* managed to get an A in the one subject I really don't care about. But the other grades were BCC.
It's strange, really, because I don't care all that much. I thought I would - I thought there would be much weeping, wailing and rending of furniture - but I don't. Perhaps because it's so clear that my parents do. Or perhaps because I was never really doing these for myself, I was doing them for them, for the school, for anyone else but myself. They probably suffered for that reason - in my experience if you're working for yourself you do better - but I couldn't bring myself to and now look where it's got me.
I don't know what to do. I hope mum'll still be willing to drive me to Lewes tonight. Sigh.