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4 hours to my piano exam!!! *runs around the house like a headless chicken*
I got up at 9 this morning (it's really early for me, especially on a Saturday) after tossing and turning for what seemed like ages. Practiced for an hour before breakfast, and went on the comp for a little while. Practiced another half an hour, did some Science exam revision, and here I am again.
Called my teacher last night. She said she was expecting me to do really well, because my stuff's all ready, my sight-reading can be quite good (just have to watch the rhythm), and aurals are probably fine. Blargh.
No pressure though. My mum's friend's gonna pick me up, then drop me off at the examination venue. Then he's going off, and I'll ring him after my exam. So I'm going to be alone for about half an hour before the exam (quite a good thing).