I don't know what to write about anymore... But this experience of disappointment (and coping with disappointment) has revealed and taught me so much more than any experience of success. I meant it when I said last year that even if my A level results were terrible, I'll always, always treasure the things I gained from my time in JC. And today I discovered that the statement is still true; if not, somewhat bittersweet on hindsight. 

(Now, if I could only feel the same way about NS. OK — BMT has been a mixture of good times and frustration. But given a choice, I would still choose not to serve in a combat vocation. Because it goes against my anarcho-pacifist values. In the words of Liz Lemon — I'm not stubborn, I'm principled.)