Tomorrow is results day, that one day a year where everyone judges you, sweating profusely and clinging tentatively to the envelope containing your results, gently lifting the flap and parting the seal you take out the little slip of paper containing one of 8 letters corresponding to the quality of your performance in the recent examinations.

Honestly, I couldn't really care less; examinations are one of life's discreet pleasures, they really do reflect the level of effort you put into a given vocation.
When it comes to results (obviously with the exceptions of trauma or bereavement ect) there really are no excuses, if you didn't try hard enough, you failed and you're the only one to blame.
Success breeds comp