2 Days Until Results Day 2014

The waves of emotion have eased for the time-being. 

It hasn't been a day of pessimistic thinking, disastrous thinking.

No, instead the opposite, the calm before the storm.

Two more sleeps until the day my life changes, but at least for tonight I can sleep knowing I did my upmost to achieve my goals.

If I fail, it's with a heavy heart, but maybe it's not meant to be! 

Those days in the library from 9-5, the after school sessions, the time and effort I've put in, I look back on, and I'm proud.

However, I'd be the proudest person on the planet if all that work actually lead to something greater, such as getting into university. 

In my eyes, university is neither an utopian dream 'nor a dystopian hell. 

It solely represents opportunity. 

I'm not looking to reinvent myself at this place and use the opportunity to become someone I'm not.

No, instead I want to broaden my horizons and expand my experiences. 

The thought of joining a journalism society, the inevitable stress I can unleash becoming part of a dodgeball club and the chance to try-out for the football team, just to say I did, is mouth-watering. 

Will the time I sacrificed enable me to participate in such activities? I really hope so!

Because school is now finished, there isn't enough time to look back. 

Although I'm only 18; I'm already 18.

 I want to achieve my goals and dreams in the next 10 years from a personal and occupational aspect, so failing on the 14th isn't an option. 

I'm not confident in my results, but I'm confident I'll get to where I want to be. 

I won't retake Year 13, I'll find another path to my objectives. The only way is forward.

This confident and almost cocky tone will probably be replaced with fear and depressing estimations of my results tomorrow...but right now, I'm going to revel in the fact that I've done all I could, and it could be enough to get me in university, it should be enough to get me in university, but will it be? 

There's two days to go and counting...