I went to the Conservatorium with my teacher. I left the sheet you're supposed to give your examiner at home so she was gonna drop me off my house to pick it up. I had to give directions from her house and I.
Just say, I'm not good with directions.

My Examiner was really nice. I wasn't nervous which surprised me. No shaky or sweaty hands. I tried to make conversation like Phyllis said to and she's been an examiner for 35 years. I got a "C" which is not as good as an "A". All of the people around me were getting A's and B's. Some other girl got a "C" and she was crying, so yeh, C's aren't good. But I was expecting to fail so I'm overwhelmed with joy.

I can't describe the relief I feel.

I feel so FREEEee.