Do not—I repeat, do notreward for surviving two years of caffeine-fueled cramming.
Treat yourself like a phone that’s been on 2% battery for months. You need a proper recharge, not a quick five-minute top-up. If your mum asks you to clean your room, kindly remind her that your brain is currently made of spaghetti and it needs to unspaghetti itself.
The dreaded “What’s next?” conversation
Around day five, your relatives will start circling like vultures at a picnic. “So, what university are you going to?” or “Have you heard back yet?” Don’t panic. It’s like being asked if you want ketchup before you’ve even decided what burger you’re ordering. You can just say, “I’m waiting for results,” which is code for, “Please stop asking, Aunt Karen.”
Real talk: Nobody knows what they’re doing. That one friend who already has a conditional offer from Cambridge? She’s still washing her lucky socks every night. We’re all just winging it with slightly better websites.
