It’s been a stressful few days. My son is deeply disappointed not to get the grades and all we can do now is wait to see if a re-mark of one of his papers will do the trick. I don’t really get this whole re-mark thing. It wasn’t around in my day. Surely it shouldn’t really make a difference? I don’t know how long it’s going to take. I suspect there will be high demand. It’s such an unusual year, given the ridiculously high increase in uni fees next year – nobody wants to risk a gap year and take on all that additional debt. How badly that whole thing has been managed. Not fair on the kids at all.
We went ahead with a “gathering” at my house on Thursday evening, although minus the “CONGRATULATIONS” banner that he couldn’t quite bring himself to put up. I was particularly grumpy about the whole event. Wasn’t in the mood to have everyone round and worried that as usual I’d be left with a hideous mess. But. Actually, it was lovely. Lots of his friends have done REALLY well. 4 A*’s and all that. Builder Bloke’s son had done very well too and so champagne was bought by BB for him. It was a good night and as usual after warning the neighbours about the possible noise and apologising profusely in advance, I and my brother were the ones spotted at midnight doing ridiculous dancing and trying to turn the music up. Ridiculous.
His friends help tidy up now. They’re just all so lovely and my house, although it smells of beer and is a little smeary isn’t too bad. He was so pleased with himself “mum, i’ve cleaned everything up, you won’t spot a thing”. Well, this his idea of a clean table – a boy clean table:-
Oh well. Never mind. He’s gone off inter-railing now for nearly a month and I’ll miss him – leaving me to bite my nails and wait to hear about his future.