Some on here may or may not know you have to do your Grade 5 Theory in Music exam, if you then want to do Grade 6 playing, or higher etc. I quite enjoyed learning the theory of it all. Very stimulating for a then 45 year old to ‘go back to school’. Dave, my teacher at the time, was really good at facilitating this learning. He is a whole other story. Fascinating and lovely chap.
Anyway, when I did my Grade 5 theory exam, I went to a local school to take it.
@Big Tabs will know the school - Brunt’s at Mansfield. It was a Saturday morning, and I got there in plenty of time. The caretaker directed me to the classroom, and I sat at the back, awaiting other candidates and the invigilator.
Two teenage girls walked in, and immediately asked me if I was the invigilator. I politely responded, much to their amazement. They asked me several questions, including how long I’d be playing etc. They seemed perfectly pleasant. Every time I answered their questions, they both responded with a ‘really?’. They were fascinated I’d started learning at such a late age. Charming.
Then a lad walked in, who I’d describe as looking a bit like a young Harry Potter. I’d guess about 14. The girls clearly knew him, as their body language changed for the worse, towards him. He asked me if I was the invigilator, and I again answered. He already started to look down at me a little, and further asked me what exam I was taking. I replied, “Grade 5 theory.” “Oh, I’m doing my Grade 8 theory, today.” His response was very condescending, and the two girls looked at me as if I was going to throttle him, or something. I merely suggested it was good his parents or carers had afforded him the time and support to get to that level, as that wasn’t available to us all at his age. The four of us sat our respective exams.
Anyway, after the exam, I was the last out. The two girls were stood with, I assumed, their mothers. One mother mentioned to boy to me, and that he had been being particularly dismissive to the girls in their music theory class, and thanked me for responding to the boys comments the way I did. All I did was go take an exam. It was sort of a surreal experience, I suppose.
The invigilator looked at me a little quizzically throughout. I found out after she was a pianist, and owned a Sowter or some description.
Anyway, a random story for your amusement.