Yong K. Ahn from Korea When I was in elementary school, my music teacher gave us an exam. We had to sing a song in front of our classmates. She didn't give a paper test. She played the harmonica, and we had to sing a nursery rhyme. My class number was thirty-six. She called on us one after another. Ultimately, my examination time came up. My heart began to flutter with fear. I didn't like to sing songs, even when I was alone. In front of other people, it was even worse. It was a desperate state of affairs for me. I had butterflies in my stomach. Finally, number thirty-give passed and I stood up in front of the teacher. Many people were looking up into my face, but I couldn't see anyone. I couldn't hear anything except the sound of the beating of my heart. In
the end, I didn't sing a song. I got a "GA" grade.
It is the same as an "F" in English. About
twenty-five years have passed since the. My heart
still flutters if I am in front of many people, and
I still don't like to sing a song in front of
anyone.
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