See? Cambridge, just like Oxford: you don't get in with brains. You get it because you've already been there, or because you know someone in there. The deciding factor is not merit, or intelligence, or whatever (well, it sometimes in. But in the blunt majority of cases, it isn't).
Btw, welcome to the real life. That's what most people do; apparently it helps forget some actions of theirs, or at least, that's what they say. Right now, though, I wish I could drink. Thankfully, my only drug is bass guitar, and that has been quite formidable to forget.
Cambridge is like Oxford: you don't get in with brains. Example: I had 98% in maths, 95% in physics, and they still rejected me. Not because I was too weak. Because I was too "marginal". Whatever that means.
Where am I working? At the European School, in Culham. Being an IT technician. And why are colleagues so bad? Because one guy complains about everything I do, yet can't be arsed to do anything for himself. And then he says to others that I'm untidy and rude, which is false. And he tries to get me fired. But currently, I'm playing his game, and I'll beat him at it.
...Final year of secondary? You're not going to stop at GCSEs, are you?
That said, maybe you're right. Maybe quitting is better than continuing, jjudging at how much (or rather, how little) can be gained from going to uni. Frankly, I can't see how going to uni helps me, but heh. All the better this way. And frankly, at the moment, I don't really care about anything anymore. I'm starting to be pretty much fed up of anything work-related. The job I'm doing really sucks; not because it's hard or tiring or boring or anything, but because of colleagues.
Boo. Indeed, long time no talk. But in the meantime, not much happened. I passed my first year of uni with flying colours, got a job, learnt guitar, learnt bass... Not much, in other words.