It’s GCSE results day here in the UK. All over the country there are young adults queueing up for the dreaded envelope that tells them how they’ve done in their exams.
Ask anybody and they’ll tell you how scary it is, first of all waiting for the results, then opening them. There’s a sense of your future literally being in your hands; your future in that envelope. Will you have got the grades needed to take your education further or to get your dream job? Will you have got grades that will make your family beam with pride? Or, have you somehow scored low grades?