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Reality
The author somehow got into medical school. Yes, you of the general public, shudder and fear the wrath of an inept doctor.
I just called my teacher about an hour ago to ask if I needed to bring any identification. She said I should... I wouldn't mind her sitting my exam for me though.
Anyway, she was saying that my program's (pieces) are ready, scales are ready, though sight-reading and aurals might be quite a worry. And she said that she's expecting really good results from me. Arrgh... And my mum happily spread the news around so that I might as well get up and do the notices and tell everyone how I did on my exam.
For some reason, I'm more tired than nervous. I could just snore away on the keyboard, but it's the nerves that are keeping me up. Wth... My teacher was asking me to relax because I'm alright etc, but I can't. Blargh.
Oh well. I'll try and sleep. Better than not having enough sleep and snoring on the piano tomorrow.
10:17 PM