Good morning. It's the morning after A-Level results day... Not to bore you with my anodyne anecdote but I remember refusing to go into school to collect my little brown envelope that Thursday morning in August – I hated the idea of it. Not that I was nervous; I just hated the idea of being judged on stuff I didn't really care too much about. I saw my A-levels as a necessary evil but they didn't define me. I did okay – the bare minimum; but I would have got into university one way or another regardless – it's not really the results they care about, it's those fees. University, as fun as it was, did not prepare me for a career in journalism – even though it was a journalism degree! In the end I had to complete a dedicated – and accredited – six-month training course afterwards to gain actual qualifications – nothing to do with my three-year £4,000-a-year degree. My degree, on the whole, was pretty pointless. University serves a purpose for a lot of careers, but there are so many it doesn't. I just wish I had better advice as an 18-year-old. I'm not saying my choices would have been different – I was 18 and not exactly the most mature but if you are sitting there worried about what's next, don't (easy said, I know). You have time on your side – it'll all fall into place. Would I have studied journalism.....hahahahaha! I'm not so sure...