Irregular Communication
I guess it's time, once again, for me to lay something down in this blogahizzy right here. Yes, I know I've said that before - it's previous reference don'cha know.
I seem to have a habit of leaving out things that are probably of the utmost importance in this blog, in lieu of a more personal approach - basically that I enjoy writing about myself more than anything else, but then again, this is a diary of sorts. i mean, I didn't even write anything about all those attacks in London in July, I don't think - at the time i was mroe concerned about holidays, or something. Hmm.
Anyway, the point is, now there's something which is both important, and concerns me - it could possibly be important because it concerns me, but that's only from my point of view, I guess.
So yeah. A-level results. I exceeded my offer for Sheffield Hallam by eighty points and got in like a knife through butter, more or less. Not only that, but due to the ingenious line 'taller than 6' - larger than normal size bed required' I've managed to wangle a room with not only an en-suite bathroom, but a Queen-sized bed.
Yes, that's right - I actually have a double bed for my first year at Uni. I rather think that's a lethal combination.
Grades were ABCD, which I'm rather pleased about, since they lined up so nicely on my results card. They're Media, English Language, General Studies and ICT respectively. With regards to that, I don't actually KNOW why I was worried about my grades. With an A last year in Media unless I bombed out I wasn't going to get lower than an A this year. That was 120 points in the bag. And again, unless I went freakazoid on the English I wasn't going to get lower than a C. That's 80 points. 200 points in total, getting me a place. And then I had a guaranteed E in ICT without doing ANY work, so that's forty on top of that even if I dropped a grade in either Media or English - funny how hindsight is 20/20, I guess.
So, onto more pressing matters, and by that I mean of course less important, but rather more entertaining.
I know a lot of people reading this blog - hell, probably all - work retail, or have at some point recently. This w -
Well, damn, I lost the post up to this bit, and I can't be bothered typing up the rest right now. I've got a list of reminders, so don't worry, you'll find out my amazing story about retail soon enough, but for now I'll leave you hanging. Well, just this one (true) gag.
An elderly guy came into work the other day, hobbled up to me with his stick, leaned into me so I could hear him better and said "Evening primrose oil?"
I said, "Mr. Templeton to you."
I seem to have a habit of leaving out things that are probably of the utmost importance in this blog, in lieu of a more personal approach - basically that I enjoy writing about myself more than anything else, but then again, this is a diary of sorts. i mean, I didn't even write anything about all those attacks in London in July, I don't think - at the time i was mroe concerned about holidays, or something. Hmm.
Anyway, the point is, now there's something which is both important, and concerns me - it could possibly be important because it concerns me, but that's only from my point of view, I guess.
So yeah. A-level results. I exceeded my offer for Sheffield Hallam by eighty points and got in like a knife through butter, more or less. Not only that, but due to the ingenious line 'taller than 6' - larger than normal size bed required' I've managed to wangle a room with not only an en-suite bathroom, but a Queen-sized bed.
Yes, that's right - I actually have a double bed for my first year at Uni. I rather think that's a lethal combination.
Grades were ABCD, which I'm rather pleased about, since they lined up so nicely on my results card. They're Media, English Language, General Studies and ICT respectively. With regards to that, I don't actually KNOW why I was worried about my grades. With an A last year in Media unless I bombed out I wasn't going to get lower than an A this year. That was 120 points in the bag. And again, unless I went freakazoid on the English I wasn't going to get lower than a C. That's 80 points. 200 points in total, getting me a place. And then I had a guaranteed E in ICT without doing ANY work, so that's forty on top of that even if I dropped a grade in either Media or English - funny how hindsight is 20/20, I guess.
So, onto more pressing matters, and by that I mean of course less important, but rather more entertaining.
I know a lot of people reading this blog - hell, probably all - work retail, or have at some point recently. This w -
Well, damn, I lost the post up to this bit, and I can't be bothered typing up the rest right now. I've got a list of reminders, so don't worry, you'll find out my amazing story about retail soon enough, but for now I'll leave you hanging. Well, just this one (true) gag.
An elderly guy came into work the other day, hobbled up to me with his stick, leaned into me so I could hear him better and said "Evening primrose oil?"
I said, "Mr. Templeton to you."
posted by Will Templeton at 10:48 PM
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