Currently there is a lot of waiting.
There is micro level waiting. To enter a supermarket or a bank. For a haircut booked once salons reopened for the first available appointment which was weeks later. For on line packages of clothes much needed after months of growing (upwards or outwards). For the end of a 14 day quarantine period after that trip to France.
There is macro level waiting. For schools to reopen. For a vaccine. For life to return to normal. For a dental appointment. For cancer treatment. For a hug with your mum. For certainty.
And then there is the waiting being imposed on around 700,000 children awaiting c 5 million GCSE results on Thursday.
There is not level to describe this waiting except for that free falling feeling you get when you know someone is going to give you bad news but you don’t yet know what it is.
Or it is like trying to stop your car in vain as it hurtles towards a pile up. In this case that pile up being A level results.
This whole sorry mess is unbelievably stressful for over a million kids.
And it was avoidable. At so many turns.
But yet again this government has shown a total disregard for young people.
And if anyone else tweets about failing their exams I am likely to explode. The clue is there…you failed. These kids have not even had that luxury.
And now the opening of schools maybe threatened by this debacle. Making it more and more likely next years cohort will find themselves in this position.
As a parent of a Year 11 and Year 10 I can honestly say that all those petitions to scrap GCSEs for next year need to be withdrawn.
I would not wish this on anyone.