Let's face the truth. We've all been disappointed with a test result. Whether it's the first time, last time or every time, it's put us down a little inside. Personally, if I don't do well at something, it automatically makes me wonder whether I should just give up and accept that all my life will ever be is a big fat failure. Then I eat or listen to music (or both) and it gets better. I suddenly realise it was one bad result I got. Just one measly little percentage, letter or number that shouldn't determine the rest of my days.

If you ever feel that way, just do what I do and tell yourself sternly that you ABSOLUTELY REFUSE to get bogged down by a little number written in ink. Don't forget...you're bigger than he is!

That's not necessarily to say, "school is a complete time waste and you should just sail through it with no effort whatsoever."

Of course you should put effort into making school as positive an experience as you can make it.

Okay, so it's the same thing every single day. You wake up late (is this just me??), drag yourself out of bed, dress in the same uniform or similar attire, try not to sleep through lessons, dodge little'uns in the corridor, eat, do homework, dodge more little'uns, try not to sleep again, mentally scream "FREEDOM!!!" as soon as that final bell goes like it's Heaven-sent, go home, procrastinate, sleep...and the cycle continues the next day.

But having spent around five and a half years at my school I've started to realise I'm believing that cliché phrase more and more: "Don't wish school away."

School is where I learned lots of things about life. I've learned about who my friends are and relationships, how to build a thicker skin, and words like 'sociocryptoamnesia'.

I'm still trying to get my head around all of these things, but at least I've made a start by realising the low test score isn't going to leap off my page and eat me.

There are bigger things in life.