Ladies and gentlemen,
I did it!
I conquered my fears. And Heavenly Father was there every step of the way to comfort and strengthen me.
I'm not sure what everyone else thought, but I guess that's what I've learned in the past couple months - that it don't matter. I did my best (with a sore throat and fever might I add) and I gave it my all. And somewhere, I know that Heavenly Father is proud of me.
Maybe someday, I'll even be good again!