A levels

This time last year I can certainly remember what I was doing, how I was feeling. I even remember the exact foetal position I was lying in as all my dreams fell apart. I remember how it felt, like a burning inside my chest. I didn't get into university. How embarrassing, I mainly thought. All my dreams had been taken away from me, until I had nothing left. The depression swooped in, taking advantage of my vulnerabilities and the rest of the summer collapsed for me. I drank too much, I partied too much, I called in sick to work- I couldn't handle the rejection. But my cousin showed me something. She sent me a link to my course but at a different university. I didn't look at first, I was too ashamed of not getting in the first time around, I couldn't bring myself to face potential rejection again. But I did look at the course, and I'm so glad I did, because here I am, an entire year later, with the best girlfriends in the world. I finished my first year with a 2.1 and I've created new dreams. All it took was one push, I love St Mary's and I couldn't imagine being anywhere else.