So let me tell you a little story.
When I was around 7 or 8, I was walking around Dublin with my Mom -as we always did. Window shopping in Brown Thomas, a hot chocolate with extra extra cream in Starbucks and just lots of giggles.
On our way back to the dart, we walked past Trinity College - and even though I had walked past it probably a billion times, I just looked up and in that moment I just decided that I wanted to go there. Honestly that goal has never faltered since.
And today... I just accepted my place in Trinity College and, starting in September, I will begin my 4 year course of English Studies.
The 7 year old inside me is beaming and I can't wait to start this new chapter in my life. I know the cringe and the cliché of that sentence probably made you squirm but DAMN IT, I am so happy.
I worked my ass off for the past two years - and 6th year was honestly one of the hardest periods of my life. This isn't a sob story but a success story. Even if I didn't get my points, I know myself that I couldn't possibly have worked any harder. But somehow, I did get my points and I did get my first choice (It's still sinking in, so writing this is making it all more real..)
I guess it just shows that working hard does pay off in the end. So I guess with a lot of luck on my side as well, here I am.
Congratulations to all the other people who worked their buts off to get their courses and I genuinely hope that everyone is happy!
(Also - I wish I had a better cover image for this but I haven't gotten a single decent photo of myself since the excited/hysterical mess I became on Results Day!)