At 11 am I went into my tutors office today, not knowing that I was the last person in our group to collect their results. The conversations between my tutor and I are always succinct and to the point. Today really wasn't any different. I asked him how he was, and how his day had been. I then sat down in a chair opposite him, a desk in between us, and I took a deep breath.
He opened up the window on his computer. Asked me to confirm my student number, he duly typed it into the keyboard. There was a brief pause, and in his thick indian accent he said "Okay.. "
"For your second year, you received the result of seventy-.." HOLD UP. WAIT A SECOND!
In my head I'd already zoned out: I heard "seventy" something. My mind and heart was consumed with relief at this point! I didn't care if it was 70% or 79.9%, but I had a First Class result for my second year!
"-one point nine percent.."
71.9%! I thanked him and after some formalities and jotting down my individual module scores, I left the office and headed downstairs. My friends were there waiting, and they asked how I did, and I told them all my results. For that entire day, I was a happy girl! A great return for a hard investment.
Best of luck with everyone else and their results - my prayers are with you!
