Waiting for the results...
“When can we get him up?”
“He said not before 10am.”
The large Scottish Qualifications Association envelope sits on the kitchen table, unopened. I glance at the clock for the 3rd time in 5 minutes. It’s only quarter past nine.
“We could steam it open…”
45 minutes later I bang on his bedroom door. “Rogan, there’s a large SQA envelope waiting on the table for you!”
“nnnngggghhhh…”
“Rogan, are you getting up?”
“nnnNNNgggghhhh… soooonnnnnn…”
10 minutes later he comes down the stairs and disappears into the bathroom. Maggie is washing the dishes so hard the patterns are coming off.
Eventually he enters the kitchen and lifts up the envelope.
After fiddling with it for a while, he pulls at one corner of the sealed flap. It starts to tear open, then about 2 inches along the length it breaks off.
Maggie turns back to the dishes, scrubbing so hard they are becoming transparent.
Rogan hooks his thumbnail under the edge of the remaining flap and starts to tear. Another inch and it breaks off again.
“For goodness sake. Do you want a knife to open it with?”
“No, I’m fine.”
He tears a bit more. It takes 6 attempts before he’s opened the envelope.
Oh god, he’s now reading the covering letter.
I glance at Maggie. I’m sure I can actually see her heart pounding.
Finally Rogan slides the top sheet away and looks at his results.
“Aw no, I got a B for English.”
B? B is fine. B is good. What about the others?
Everything else, top marks (As or 1s depending on the exam type).
Proud parents.
“He said not before 10am.”
The large Scottish Qualifications Association envelope sits on the kitchen table, unopened. I glance at the clock for the 3rd time in 5 minutes. It’s only quarter past nine.
“We could steam it open…”
45 minutes later I bang on his bedroom door. “Rogan, there’s a large SQA envelope waiting on the table for you!”
“nnnngggghhhh…”
“Rogan, are you getting up?”
“nnnNNNgggghhhh… soooonnnnnn…”
10 minutes later he comes down the stairs and disappears into the bathroom. Maggie is washing the dishes so hard the patterns are coming off.
Eventually he enters the kitchen and lifts up the envelope.
After fiddling with it for a while, he pulls at one corner of the sealed flap. It starts to tear open, then about 2 inches along the length it breaks off.
Maggie turns back to the dishes, scrubbing so hard they are becoming transparent.
Rogan hooks his thumbnail under the edge of the remaining flap and starts to tear. Another inch and it breaks off again.
“For goodness sake. Do you want a knife to open it with?”
“No, I’m fine.”
He tears a bit more. It takes 6 attempts before he’s opened the envelope.
Oh god, he’s now reading the covering letter.
I glance at Maggie. I’m sure I can actually see her heart pounding.
Finally Rogan slides the top sheet away and looks at his results.
“Aw no, I got a B for English.”
B? B is fine. B is good. What about the others?
Everything else, top marks (As or 1s depending on the exam type).
Proud parents.
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