It's The Start. Of Something New...

It's weird how the A-level results coincide with my options deadline.

All around me Year 12's were experiencing the joys and pains of results day. Most clutched their results paper with a look of relief or disappointment, wandering around trying to make themselves feel better by comparing results with others in the hope that they didn't do as bad as they thought (whilst pretending they weren't too bothered about their results when actually it was eating away at their insides).

You can always tell the ones who get the multiple 100%s by the way they swagger around and deliberately not boast, even though they emit an aura of smugness, the bastards (who I secretly admire).

And you can't help feeling sorry for those that have failed completely, but are still enquiring about their chances to Oxbridge. Or the ones that are crying in the corner somewhere. I have a terrible feeling every time I see them that it's foreshadowing...

It certainly made me think twice which was why Torquer and I talked about our options a great deal before deadline day:

Torquer: "So what about Geography? Apparently it's the bridge between social sciences and real sciences. Surely that'd be useful?"

Jingo: "Don't get me started on Geography. If the 'Green Revolution' gets mentioned one more time I'll hurl myself into a biogas container with a lighted match... If I wanted to be bored I'd talk to you more often."

Torquer: "Economics then? That's kinda interesting..."

Jingo: "Only for someone as boring as you. It's just general knowledge and watered down maths! I really can't endure another year of analysing cash-flow forecasts..."

Torquer: "ICT?"

Jingo: "What makes you think I'd want to sit in front of a screen being taught visual basic by a boring middle-aged man?"

Torquer: "How about French? We both did that a year early, we both got A*s, surely it'll be a breeze?"

Jingo: "I think you forget the amount of effort we put in to get those A*s Torquer, and as you know I'm a really lazy person. And besides, I've forgotten it all by now. The only french phrase I remember is 'voulez-vous couchez avec-moi, ce soir?' and I learnt that off a Christina Agulera video."

(I then start singing the Moulin Rouge song Christina Agulera did, whatever it's called. You know the one. I only know a few lines.)

Torquer: "Oh I know! English. We're cool blog-writing people, it can't be that hard?"

Jingo: "Firstly, you're about as cool as James Blunt. And secondly, there's too much analysing poetry involved... I'd do it if we didn't have to annotate every Simon Armitage poem ever written. Seriously, if I ever meet Simon Armitage I'll punch him in the face for the misery I've suffered reading his works. If I have to analyse another Simon Armitage poem, I'll impale myself with a rusty pencil..."

Torquer: Damn it Jingo! Why must there be a snide reply to everything I say? I have feelings! And emotional needs!

Jingo: Oh shut your face, Torquer. And don't forget to make me that GCSE timetable you lazy moron.

So there you go, a fascinating insight into a phone call between Torquer and I. It didn't take long for me to make my choices, since there are so many subjects I can't wait to drop.

My final decision was:
Biology
Chemistry
Physics
Mathematics
reserve: Further Mathematics

Could it be any more scientific? It was actually tough deciding which reserve I should pick since Maths is the only subject I'm naturally gifted at, yet three sciences would make me a far better candidate for Medicine. I know it's possible to take 6 A-levels (including General Studies) but then would I have a social life? I think I'll wait until my GCSE results before such drastic decisions.

Hopefully I'll be celebrating some kickass results and not contemplating suicide, come this time next year.