Yeah I still remember the day as if it

was yesterday. I just like felt this
sense of like numbness and just, 'is real?'

I found out in lunch that everyone got
their letter, and then I had to like

sit through period five, get the bus home.
I remember being still in my pyjamas at

home. UCAS crashed for about an hour and
a half. I went into school the morning of

the results day, absolutely adamant
that I wouldn't go anywhere near my

email until I got home. That didn't
quite work out. Initially I wanted to

study in London so I could be close to
home. It wasn't more that I thought

that I would you know enjoy Oxford or
fit in, it was more that I just didn't

think that I was good enough. I didn't
think that I was clever enough. I just

didn't really believe in myself. The
email was from my college saying 'good

news we'd like to take you.' I felt very
overwhelmed when I got my offer. I think

in the beginning I was definitely really
emotional because of the anticipation,

waiting for UCAS to finally be back on
track. I think it took me still a couple

minutes before like went downstairs and told my parents.
 I opened it and, yeah, then the first

thing I pulled out was fees and funding
information and I thought it'd be really

cruel if they sent me that and then I
didn't get in. 'Cause I was surrounded by my

best friends they immediately rugby
tackled me into a massive hug as soon as I

said 'I got to Oxford.' My mum cried and then my
nan was on the phone and she cried and

my dad was just really proud. It really
inspired me to be like 'you know what, I've

got to take my A-Levels really seriously,'
and you know 'I've really got to, like, find

my passion and find you know what
interests me.'