Blimey, talk about meeting with triumph and disaster and treating those two impostors just the same, well the Parrot household had a brush with both today. In a nutshell, Miss P’s A-level results were a disaster as far as her plans to go to Salford to study physiotherapy.
Poor kid was devastated, absolutely in bits. The thing about being a parent is that you can’t do it for them (although some do, of course) and you feel so helpless. And we’re not quite sure where she went wrong, but Plan A lay in tatters with no Plan B in sight.
Unfortunately, I had to go to work and when I phoned home mid-morning to see how things were going Mrs and Miss P were about to leave for college to talk to her careers adviser.
At lunchtime, I got a call from a clearly excited and delighted Miss P to say that she had been offered a place at Sheffield Hallam on a combined psychology and sociology course.
This is great news for several reasons:
- Sheffield was her uni of choice, albeit to study physiotherapy.
- The reason she wanted to go to Sheffield is because it’s a great place, big enough to be a city and small enough to be familiar.
- I was never totally convinced by the physio idea given that there are more coming out of uni than the NHS can employ at the moment.
- Psychology and sociology are Miss P’s strongest suit.
- The core of the course means she can switch to physio if she really wants to.
- And if she doesn’t, the course chosen opens more career opportunities.
- It isn’t Salford.
The last one is a joke, honest Mark. Everything has a downside though, namely £3k a year tuition fees, but if that means the difference between the Miss P at 9am and the one at lunch, well it’s worth it.