Agh, christ on a bendy bus, this is terrifying!!
Screw the five stages of grief, I think there are five stages of dealing with the run-up to results day;
1.) Denial - "It'll be fine. I'm sure it will be fine. I'm just panicking over nothing, I'm over-thinking this. That CHEM4 paper wasn't
so bad. I'll be fine . . ."
2.) Anger - "**** YOU, AQA, EDEXCEL, OCR, WJEC!! WHY ARE YOU MAKING THIS SO DIFFICULT FOR ME?!?!?!! (Alternatively teachers, heads of 6th Form and admissions officers are acceptable entities to rage at).
3.) Bargaining - "Please God/Allah/Buddha/almighty hedgehog that lives at the end of the garden - I will run naked up and down my street shouting 'I am King of the Badgers!' if it means I can get into my Firm."
4.) Depression - "It's over. My life is over. I'm doomed to living with my parents and pulling pints for the rest of my working life. I may as well take lessons from my cat how to properly waste a day, but knowing me, I'll fail that too."
5.) Acceptance - "**** this, who needs A-levels? I'm going to run away to Thailand for the Full Moon Party and become a diving instructor.