Today, hundreds of thousands of A-level students will be handed the envelope that, should they choose it, could secure their place at university. I remember my results day vividly (albeit with the rosy tint afforded by 12 years’ distance). Shaking fingers pulling open a sticky envelope, in the same dusty hall that just weeks prior had been filled with t…
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