I felt like this:
Yet despite my musfortune I soldiered on, sad and confused. Sad, because no one likes rejection. Confused, because whilst some were prestigious halls of higher learning (Bristol and Durham) some were not. Some also made typical offers equal to (York and Leeds) or LOWER (I'm looking at you Edinburgh) than my predicted grades. Yet I was rejected by all.
So, a plan was hatched. I was to complete my A-Levels, get awe-inspiring grades, and telephone all the English departments that had rejected me.
Turns out they still didn't have any space.