early bus

We are in the midst of trying to work out what the chuff the big one is going to do with the rest of her life. We thought we just had to decide what A levels and where. But it turns out that's not good enough nowadays because if you want to do a certain job you apparently have to have a certain degree and you can't just do any old willynilly A levels, you have to choose the subjects that will secure you that coveted place at the. best. uni. Only she hasn't got a clue what she wants to do and therefore no clue what degree she wants to study and as a direct result no clue about her A levels. Or where she's gonna do them. 
We had a meeting with a top bod at her swotty academic school this week and he offered her an unconditional place in the swotty academic 6th form. But to open up her options we went to look round a fabulous 6th form college in Huddersfield on Monday. It was so good it made me want to apply myself. Cos who doesn't need a few extra A levels? 
She loved it. Just 2 downers to dampen our enthusiasm: They don't offer German which she thinks she wants to do. And, more importantly, it would mean us setting off at 7.20am to drive to the bus station so she could get the college bus. I came out in a rash when I heard THAT piece of information!