I've got his back, like a good Dad should I gave him £20 quid...said if you fail ..go into town and buy yourself a man bag....might aswell start selling Weed.
My Dad said similar to me. I remember going and picking up an envelope with my results in from the school. Walking round the corner to a park and sitting on a bench with them and opening them while smoking a spliff. Was well nervous but can't even ****ing remember what I got now, enough to get to college and do A levels which is all that really matters if that is what you want to do.
You're right mate, it's a mentally testing moment... he rang me from school...could tell he was a bit ermmm....I goes listen mate...it's not the end of the world...it's not that important....a means to an end and if it goes tits up...we see what we can do...he passed 6, failed 3. Wanted to get into college to do Music Technology, got in...job done...not bothered wether they are C's or A's.
Mine got 6s for Maths and Chemistry and a B for Business Studies. Those are the A Levels he wants to take. He passed everything else with lower grades, except English Literature, which is the only one he failed, and that was the subject he least liked. Bastard isn’t even hung over from our boozing last night.
He's got into college so he's achieved his target! That's to be celebrated mate, not the grades that got him there! As you said, job done! Time for him to enjoy the rest of his summer holiday with his mates. You've also got this moment in your back pocket if he doesn't pull his weight at college.
I used to hate having to train staff and offer student placements etc. Means you have to try and come across as knowing what the **** you're doing.