And just like that, the seemingly impossible happened: A-Levels were cancelled.
As the weeks went on, it became more and more likely that schools, colleges and universities would have to close, and I came to accept that as the new ‘normal’. I’d psyched myself up for a term or two working from my room, being sent work to complete and lessons online. But on Wednesday, life as I had pictured it for the next few months completely changed. My exams, for which I had worked over the better part of a year and a half, were cancelled. Just like that.
I think I speak for many people when I say I still haven’t processed it, I don’t think. In my head, they’d always find a way around it; I’d be sitting my exams one way or another. There was no way we wouldn’t be sitting them. Whether it applies to those sitting their GCSEs, A-Levels or those doing their degrees, this is something completely beyond the imagination.
Yesterday would most likely be my last day in sixth form. I said goodbye to the place I had spent most of my days for the past seven years, to people I had seen most days for a great portion of my life. It was difficult to comprehend; it felt abrupt, inconclusive to say the least. I realised how quickly the past couple of years had flown by. But of course, it was beyond anybody’s control, and was the best decision to make under the current circumstances; everyone around the country was in the same boat.
I have faith that everything will work out in the end, that everything is being done in the fairest way possible, and that everybody will get the grades they so deserve. Despite not sitting exams this year, I’ve not once looked back and felt that the past two years have been wasted on me. I've learnt things about myself and about the world that I'll never forget. Unlike how I sometimes felt at GCSE, a lot of the things I learnt during my time at sixth form are things I think I'll carry with me for the rest of my life. Knowing this, how can I possibly look back and think it a waste?
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