School was a funny thing for me, Tezrili. I was one of the ones (at least in my 11 to 16 secondary years) who could get good results when I wanted but often couldn't be bothered (my geography teacher in the 5th form wrote "he seems to have given up with this subject and that was true). I did not revise for any of my O'levels but at least came out with grades that were OK (A biology, B's in phyiscs, Chemistry, maths and English Language, C in French - something I don't think I was told the truth on - I seemed to get led to believe that if I passed it as a 4th former, they would let me drop it in the 5ths. Instead, I had to do a French with text intermediate exam).
Somtimes when I look back at my own failings I wonder why music went so wrong, a subject (at least in folk terms) I became interested (and liked singing with mum on the piano from very young days and later picked up some basic guitar on.- in later days, more mandolin and banjo and trying to play melody) was not something picked up on. I actaully became a drop out on that one in my O'Levels managing an "unclassified - not worth grading" In part, My mates Greeves Griffon was more interesting by far than going to an exam on the history's of Bartok (can't remember what), Mendelssohn (and it was the Hebrides) and Purcell (and Dido and Aneas). It's also true that to fit things in we were supposed to have gone to an extra lesson in luch time which I didn't. Further, it's true that I never learned to sight read (I know how it sholud work but don't get the timings) None the less, I still became (By rumour) "the only person he'd ever really wished would fail an exam". Maybe Mr Harris could have got more out of me? Or maybe I was impossible....
Somtimes when I look back at my own failings I wonder why music went so wrong, a subject (at least in folk terms) I became interested (and liked singing with mum on the piano from very young days and later picked up some basic guitar on.- in later days, more mandolin and banjo and trying to play melody) was not something picked up on. I actaully became a drop out on that one in my O'Levels managing an "unclassified - not worth grading" In part, My mates Greeves Griffon was more interesting by far than going to an exam on the history's of Bartok (can't remember what), Mendelssohn (and it was the Hebrides) and Purcell (and Dido and Aneas). It's also true that to fit things in we were supposed to have gone to an extra lesson in luch time which I didn't. Further, it's true that I never learned to sight read (I know how it sholud work but don't get the timings) None the less, I still became (By rumour) "the only person he'd ever really wished would fail an exam". Maybe Mr Harris could have got more out of me? Or maybe I was impossible....
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