So, I didn't pass everything. No one ever has passed Level 3 the first time. I passed 12 of 18 swatches, but I will have to resubmit those swatches, one of which is the cursed entrelac,
and I have to resubmit a pattern for another one. Some of these swatches weren't accepted because I knitted them following the directions LEFT HANDED so the work is backwards. In levels one and two, my work was accepted as knitted LEFT HANDED. I passed six of the eight questions; one was wrong and one was too vague.
My magazine reviews were both accepted. In fact, I got rave reviews on my reviews. "One committee member commented that the review made her wonder why she had canceled her subscription." AND "Very nice review. Engaging discussion of the magazine."
The two reports were accepted as well.
I have to resubmit different book reviews because I need to review DESIGN books, not PATTERN books.
The hat was accepted but I have to resubmit its pattern.
The sweater - my sweet white cables and bobbles sweater - "falls short of meeting the expectations for a Level 3 project." I guess my hurrying through it to get finished in the time frame showed. But Olivia got kudos: "All of the members of this committee want to ask you to tell your young model that we think she is a lovely young lady and this sweater is perfect for her. She brightened our day!"
Overall, the results were better than I had feared but worse than I had hoped. I am glad that "the overall quality of your written work is excellent. You write very well and have an engaging style. Nice work. Your material was well organized and professionally presented. All committee members want you to know that it was a pleasure to review your work." Maybe the committee writes that to everyone, I don't know, but it did make me feel better because I do know that I am a good writer, I did organize and present the submission in a professional way.
So. Now. I'm going to put it all away for a little while, a few days, and then go back and look at the details. What with the end of school on Friday, a week of teacher end of year work, a trip to Visalia for a funeral, a move to plan and execute, I just can't face a new challenge for a week or two.
But now I know the worst. And it could have been worse.