Sunday, November 29, 2009 @ 4:02 AM
Nothing; I knew I couldn't pass.
Unprepared, I went in. And I saw her. The same examiner I had last year, wearing black (again?). She wasn't please with my stammering and lack of vocabulary. My partner was way better than I am, speaking confidently using a wide range of words. Sim lied; he said Ching Ying will end up being quiet.
The stuff I talked about were mostly crap. I wasn't paying full attention at what I'm supposed to say. I saw the examiner's eyebrows were knitted into complicated knots - not good. I'm going to fail, fail, fail.
Nevermind. Time to stress over the written test.
Two down, one more to go.
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