Ahh, after packing and unpacking my suitcase several times because some dick in my tent lost his Explorer shirt and camp polo, we took the suitcases to a shed thing. Then we moved them because we couldn’t leave them there. Then I helped move some more. IN the pouring rain.
We then sat and watched Shrek until lunch…
I turned on my phone before I put it in my daysack. I had a missed call from my mum and no message, and voicemail messages (I didn’t know if any were new — I wasn’t going to check). I thought nothing of this and forgot about it.
Later on the coach, a friend gets a text from his sister telling me to check my messages. I text my mum.
Whilst failing to eat a Cornetto (with an audience of ten plus), my phone vibrated in my pocket. I wiped my fingers, got it out and missed it. This repeated. I then got a text whilst in the toilet. I read it, ran over to a friend, lifted him up and threw him back to the ground in great glee.
It turns out that OCR are massive fools and did not print the “*” on all A* grades for five subjects at my school, hence explaining my disappointment earlier in the week.
5A*s, 3A* and 2B*.
The coach journey wasn’t as bad as it was going. It was cooler, for a start.
Apparently people wouldn’t be surprised if I were gay. Or a paedophile…
And if I were a character in Of Mice and Men I would be Crooks because I am “nerdy”…