Today is results day... Today is the day where I discover my long-awaited fate. Am I going to fail and regret every decision I’ve ever made? or am I going to pass , in which case I’m destined to be okay, or at least that’s what people say. That’s on the condition that I go on to do well at the next stage Yet why must my life be a continuous series of tests and games? I’ve been absolutely dreading this day, I can feel my heart beating out of my chest just pleading for this moment to go away. Knowing that people are going to ask me what I’ve got is something I cannot face. The pressure to do well hangs over me like a dead weight. What will people say? What if I’m the only one who fails and everyone else does great? It seems that we’re put under so much pressure at a young age Expected to know what we want to do with our lives, make the right choices, get the best grades. And expected to somehow, come out of it all okay. We’re not encouraged to figure o