We now come to that most breathlessly anticipated time of year: exam and jury week.
As a grad student and class piano teacher, I get the distinct privilege of being a student and a teacher. On Monday, I took a symphonic lit final. Tuesday through Thursday I am observing and grading class piano individual exams; more on that in a minute. And Thursday ends with my own piano jury. Laissez les bons temps rouler!
Grading piano exams is jury-like. I sit with my irritatingly-Rachel-Ray-like supervisor and one of the other class piano teachers, and we watch, notate, and when the student's finished, briefly confer to decide on a grade for each portion.
Let me explain my irritation with my supervisor. It is of a most peculiar variety, and important to accurately describe.
