Anxiously waiting for Mummy’s call re. results. Hoping she doesn’t wait until tomorrow before calling.
Heard from the transfer office -it has referred to the “magnet office” because I need to get into the actual arts programme (at this point, I’m still true to my British roots) in Suitland. It’s taking forever -going back and forth. Will be stuck at DuVal until my papers get into the other office.
I known I wanted to get my national exam results over and done with. It wasn’t a question or pass or fail, certificate or none or even impact on higher ed admissions. It came down to saving “face” -good grades (i.e. A1 or A2) = parents who could boast while non-A grades = parents have to skirt the question of how their child performed. Grades were lame and I can’t remember the exact breakdown but they went like A1, A2, C3, C4, C or D5, C or D6. The smaller then number the better.
I’m sure that pressure (even though it wasn’t directly coming from my own parents) didn’t help ease the tension of news of more waiting for my high school exit, I mean, transfer!
