A girl sits in front of the TV after learning of her AS results. She is vaguely disappointed. She puts on Bridget Jones' Diary. She gets to the part where Bridget sings All By Myself, and the girl, also all by herself, joins in. And then the tears start streaming and she can't stop crying and her face is a mess and her sopping tissue is held in her desperate grasp, as if letting go of that tissue would be to lose all sanity.
Mid-wail, she has an out of body experience. She sees the emotional mess she has become and decides something: She must pull herself together.
So what if she got a C in French? Everyone speaks English nowadays. So what if she only got a B in psychology? That shit's complex. So what if she totally messed up on her BIO2 paper? Well, no, she deserved that.
A few minutes ago she believed the only thing she had going for her was her intelligence, and achieving average results was the end of the world. She was no longer special. She had nothing. But that wasn't true. She has yet to meet someone who could rival her endearing-yet-hilarious emailing skills. She has yet to meet someone who has mastered a heat-less hair curling technique quite like herself. And she has yet to meet someone who could equal her penchant for 50's music. These things may not have academic significance, but they are what make her unique.
In the next few years she will make big decisions that could affect the rest of her life, and the magnitude of this is terrifying. But now that she's got her mind in the right place, she's rather looking forward to it all.