Classical Guitar Grade 1 - The FInal Cut

It was an utter disaster. Young children seemed less bothered and more composed than I was.
Of all days, the monsoon chose to show up in the wee hours of the morning and continued to our down until I reache my venue looking windblown. To make it worse, I could not find a cab or an auto, had to jump into a bus which took me almost 1 1/2 hours to reach my destination.
I hate Tuesdays. I think they spell disaster for me. It was a Tuesday on which my exam was conducted. I am convinced that I did a shoddy job and now I am sitting on pins and needles, wondering if I'll make it even to the merit list. Will I get through? I really don't know. I also learnt a valuable lesson: Practice everyday, not just during the last week before the finals.
I have prayed to Ganesha, my favourite sexy deity that I will bring him a coconut if things work out. That's right, in Him I seek my final refuge.
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