Thread by @brassoteach

Quick #resultsday story. My friend worked hard at a levels, far more so than I did. He put in the hours, prepped and crammed. He just found exams really tough.

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So when it came to #resultsday, the grades in the envelope weren’t quite what he needed. He was devastated. I remember seeing him physically crumble from across the field at school. If I went over to him, I’d have had no idea what to say. So I didn’t. 2/

Fortunately a teacher did. In fact several teachers did. And they took him inside. Later that month, he told me what they did for the remainder of the day to support him.. and tbh, this is why I love teachers. 3/

After taking him inside, getting him a drink and giving him the space to calm down. Three teachers told him individually why he was worth so much more than the grades he’d been given and asked him what he wanted to do next. He chose clearing. 4/

They explained the process again- he hadn’t really expected to be in this position. They began calling universities with him. When he found it tough to articulate himself, they’d support him. When he got disheartened or upset, they gave him time. Places were tight that year. 5/

One particular teacher, who also had a son in our year group, did not leave his side until he had secured himself a place and was happy. In fact, he then went home with the teacher (remember she was a parent), & together, the teacher, her son & my friend sorted his accommodation.

That day, I was a bad friend. I watched my mates dreams disappear in front of his eyes & left him to it.

Thankfully, that day he had incredible teachers on his side reminding him of his worth and supported him, just like they had done for years previous.

Thank God for teachers.

Oh, and she also bought her son and my mate their first round of celebratory drinks at the pub and a fair few after that.

My mate says that night was one of the best nights of his life.