The clock's ticking away...

I am scared of the music exam tomorrow...

I fear those doors with those vault-like handles. So cold and unfeeling. The sense of being alone in that room, with the paper in my hands. The unpredictable paper; the paper of random outcomes, full of tadpole like etches dancing on lines of five, containing an art which spans only the forth dimension, time.

Time is an interesting thing. It acts in relative ways based on different people.

I was nervous the previous night that I probably took an hour to sleep (last time and only time I checked, 45 minutes passed). I can't imagine how long I'd take to sleep today.

It's funny how last year, I wasn't so prepared, but I felt a little ignorant, and the ignorance negated this pre-examination fear, but this time, I'm more prepared; I'm better than I was last year, but somehow I feel more afraid of the unpredictable factors.

Either way, I'll have to give it my best shot... and leave the rest all up to God.