Electone Exam: How It Went
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The electone exam was a disaster in the making.
If there was any time Murphy’s Law could have kicked in, it was in the exam. It always happened to me, every time I step into the exam room, I get a nervous breakdown of some sort.
Old mistakes disappeared, but new mistakes would occur. Scales that were perfect would fumble to a halt. Sight-reading, it was a mess from the start and would still be. It was exacerbated when the sight-reading score was hand-written with fat notes that I could not decipher clearly. I was playing halfway when the score was removed from my sight.
Aural test, however, never failed me. I hope that would raise my score a lot.
I would not lie to say that I felt so… emo… after that. I told myself many times that I would not freak out, I could not let myself freak out as I did two grades back and nearly scraped by.
I told myself, I was determined to do something good with my seventh grade.
I freaked out.
Gawsh, why did I even freak out in the first place?
I have been trying to console myself after that episode. Chocolate ice cream helped a lot, and a nap proved to be a better treatment. I felt less bitter when I wake up.
My mother, who accompanied me to the exam centre and heard me play, said that she was certain that I would pass. She could not hear any slips. That was true: I covered up my mistakes by not going back on them and playing on, and she was not reading the scores.
Well, what else could I do now?
“It could have been better... and it could have been worse.”
Listening to: Grandma's Cantonese Opera playing in the background
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