First Impressions

So, today was the day were i had to enrol at college, to see if i get in.

I thought it was going to be a good day, but i fucked it up so hard :(

I walked into the college, and went to the sports hall to see my future tutor. I looked around, and saw everyone had their GCSE results nicely presented in folders etc, however, i got the bus and had mine folded in my pocket, so i looked like a right cunt when i had to show him them. I found out that i had turned up late for my actual enrolment, so one of the other tutors had to ring my tutor of his lunch break to come visit me.

So, we talked and stuff, and all i had was my official statement of my results, and he asks me for my certificates... and i was like wtf?!? - apparently once you have been given your statement of results, you recieve nice fancy certificates to prove your results, my school failed to give me them... making me look more like a fucking retard.

So, its coming to the end, were i have to give in my entrance fee of £15. My mum writes me a check before she goes to work @ 6am and leaves it for me blah blah - i get the stage were i pay, and i find out my fucking kanker mum spelt the college name wrong -.-

So, im now on my way home reminiscing my failure of first impression and im waiting for my bus, and it starts to lash it down with rain... WHAT A FUCKIGN FUCK UP (i had no coat/jacket)

Their were many more things i could type, but fuck it, i cba :D

However, i got into the college, thanks for reading <3

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