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Date: 24 March 2006 11:12:24
I thought my life was over.
I'd picked a bad subject to study, and although I'd worked hard at the exam, I knew I was out of my depth. Still, I needed to pass the exam in order to carry on at University. But I failed. I remember reading the result on the noticeboard outside the registry and just sitting down on the steps trying to work out what to do next. My university life was over - everything I'd planned had just fallen apart. Would I have to go back to live with my parents? That would be more than I could bear. But there seemed to be nothing else. I just sat there.
I can't remember anything more of that day - I know I didn't get drunk or anything like that - I think I must just have wandered around in a daze, avoiding my friends since they wouldn't be my friends for much longer if I had to leave. But the next day I spoke to my tutor and found that I could change from a BSc programme to an MA and carry on without redeeming the failed course. It would just be forgotten - wiped from the records. I couldn't believe it, but life had started again, and to celebrate I went and bought an Arts faculty scarf.