As I write this, my head is in several places, and all of them blurry. The morning before was spent trembling for different reasons, as I paced around the kitchen worrying about my A-level results. However, as I got into school I found I’d got what I needed, which has only really sunk in now. When I get back from Japan, I’m headed off to QMUL (Queen Mary, University of London) to study Medicine.
I spent the day drinking in various different establishments, killing off braincells so I could never get the same grades again. It was a good day, all in all. I think. At first it seemed a bit underwhelming, after months of nervous waiting, but now it’s sunk in. The atmosphere in the school was pretty subdued, even though everyone in my close circle of friends achieved what they’d set out for. It took a few minutes to actually process the results to work out I was in, but then I was content. I had a fairly good idea that I had done well, because the school had phoned the day before to make sure I was there early for the press, but by yesterday I was hardly thinking rationally.
Now it’s less than three weeks before I depart for Japan. I’m in no state to learn anything today, but the last few weeks have been feverishly spent trying to get the grasp of Japanese verbs, i- and na- adjectives, and it gets more complex from there. All going well, I will be able to ask for a beer by the time I’m in Tokyo.