My GCSEs included three As, four Bs, some Cs, a D, a Q, and an X.
I was very pleased with the last two. The X was in Graphics; an exam I refused to work in as a protest at how monumentally awful and, for much of the year, absent, our teachers had been. I didn't bother going to the exam, and they tried to get me to sit it after another exam later in the week. I shrugged, flicked through the paper, saw that nothing on it bore any resemblance to what we'd been taught in the class (ie: nothing), signed it, and told one of the teachers on duty that I refused to do any more than that. Fortunately he was one of the few excellent teachers there (and, like all the others, left that year and hasn't been seen since), so simply looked quite surprised, then a little angry, then tried hard not to grin and let me go home, quite clearly planning to go immediately to the technology block and ask what the fuck was going on.
Incidentally, the piece of wood in my avatar is tied in with all this in a highly esoteric manner. Seriously. It is an icon of quiet, baffling rebellion.
A levels... er. I always forget, but B in Biology, either a B or C in history, and C and D in Spanish and Chemistry for AS levels. I had to do the spanish at a night class once a week in another college entirely (who tried to charge me £750 to do the course for some reason. After some haggling, they pulled this down to £125 or thereabouts. We couldn't afford that, and I'd be fucked if I was going to go entirely without, so we passed the bill onto the school and told them to deal with their mistake) because the school fucked up the timetable ("You won't be able to do those A levels!" said the teacher I explained the problem to, cheerfully. "Oh, that's brilliant! I'll just study something I don't give a toss about for two years instead. I never wanted to study Spanish anyway - that GCSE thing was just a bit of a laugh. Thanks!" I replied, equally cheerfully. Prick), although in their defence, this was largely the gubmint's fault for throwing together a shitty AS level scheme in a weekend before the start of the year so that they could say they were doing something in time for the election.
I did Physics for a while because I had to choose a fourth, and so managed to not only waste loads of my time but also distract the people who did want to learn Physics for several months. Eventually they let me drop it because I was irritating the teachers too much. Hey, they shouldn't have made me study it in the first place, nobs. It was either that or English, and I would rather eat my own face than be forced to study literature I'd otherwise have loved. Urgh. AS levels can fuck off, they were a joke then and they're not much better now.
Bah. I could go on, you know. Stupid country.