Te Deum.

 I kind of fucked up my ring finger nail. But not too much, in fact it could be something good.

Japanese lessons, now. And one of my strings broke. 

Nitsuga Mangore.

 11th grade guitar, because fuck you fingers. Barrios' piece is getting better with time.

Instrument, Harmony, Counterpoint, Orchestration, Music History, Form.

Hidden Octaves.

 I hope I don't end up loving atonal music. Not the case, now.

Etudes.

 A 9 in the final exam of instrument, I cannot be that sad. It's not a bad grade. After all, I took that test in advance, instead of doing it in December. Instrumentist and Composition license.

 Tomorrow I'm going to start studying La Catedral, all movements. That's it.

Still Alive.

"Son", she said... Have I got a little story for you...

 First final exam with 8, I'm glad but so much... Tomorrow I have the Instrument final too. All pieces studied and achieved.

 What am I feeling? Is it the pressure? Chest pain. I wanna form a band. SoundCloud. Thelonious Bar.

 Ugh, at least I don't have to go anymore to that horrible class on Thursdays.

So What?

 Stupid teacher's strike, all exams delayed.

Eyecatch.

 Tuesday, final exam. Back to PowerPoint and Sibelius.