It's that time of the year where the A level students bite their nails and start tearing out their hair as they wait for Universities to reply to them (well those that were a little slow with their application like me). Some Universities put you out of your misery quite fast, a couple of months and it's a yes or a no, others send nothing. Days are spent obsessively refreshing email, rushing to the computer as soon as you get home in the hope there will be an offer waiting for you.
Out of the Universities I applied to there was only really one I really wanted to go to (well there was two until I found out one of them has a funny version of my course). The other three were randomly selected, low and behold they were the ones to reply first; two rejections and a conditional... I really wasn't that bothered. However it did start me worrying, what would happen if I didn't get an offer... what would I do?.. I planned for a gap year. The other day however at about 10pm I got that email saying something had changed... was this what I had been waiting for (obviously it could be the other one I had applied to)? My first attempt to log on failed as my nervous hands stumbled on my password, I quickly bypassed the welcome page and clicked 'choices', this was it the moment of truth (or not)... there it was, top of the list that wonderful word "conditional". Relief flooded my stomach, a huge grin hit me full on in the face, my future is waiting for me. I couldn't even contain my excitement long enough to pretend they had rejected me to my Mother. That was my day made.
(For those who do not understand the whole University application process you are very lucky people and I'm sure you will be able to relate to the title in some way).
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