BUMP. Sorry to resurrect this thread, but I'm a little depressed right now. Sorry for the long post. But I have to get it out or I'll feel worse keeping it in.
Fast forward to May 2009. Exams are over, and the grades are in. I got surprisingly high marks in piano and history. My minor instrument (guitar) is lower, but by no means bad.
Hang on, let's go back a few weeks before.
Final exams were tougher than ever because I was stressed at the time, going in and out of therapy and doctors - blahblahblah. When I went to the dean to take my guitar exam (he's our class teacher and judges all the practical tests except piano major), he asked me if this was my major. I said, are you kidding, I shifted to piano since the start of the year. Piano exam was later that day, with another examiner.
Getting the grades a week later was a relief. I expected much lower marks. In fact I was very happy for a while. I came back to school the next week and met the new students. When I heard that the dean is having some upperclassmen perform for the freshies, I was psyched. My new friends also wanted to hear me play. So I messaged the dean saying I want to play. He said okay, guitar 20 mins. I felt stung. I asked, why not piano, and he said he has more than enough piano, he needs guitar. I tried to keep it cool in front of my friends, I didn't tell them what the dean just said, and went on home.
Actually I was really insulted and hurt. First of all, why doesn't he inform me of these things, and I have to hear it from the students? Secondly, I am a PIANO student now, and furthermore in my next year we don't have minor instrument so I officially quit guitar to concentrate on piano. So I asked the dean why he's ignoring me. He said he reserves the right to invite people to play. Fine. I tell him, what more would it take for you to recognize me? I learned a piece that's beyond my level for you, and I got good grades despite being depressed and all. I asked what kind of music do you want? He said he didn't ask me to do any of those. And that he'd show me the kind of sound he wants sometime.
He knows my troubles better than anyone, but there was not even a word of congratulations when he gave the cards. I said, it hurts to be asked what my major is, and be excluded as a piano student. He replied that he still isn't sure of my major. I said the grades are telling. He said the examiner told him my scales were not good. True, but my scales in guitar aren't good either. Does he have to rub it in? Did the examiner give me a high grade despite my bad technique, or was it all just BS? Like, "Wow, she can play pieces but her scales suck. Awww that's too bad."
I was feeling good about my piano, and now the dean has ruined everything. But he is not entirely wrong, I cannot get into a conservatory without being fluent in scales and arpeggios, simply being able to play pieces well is not enough. I feel that all my effort is being wasted on something that's impossible after all. Being able to play musically is my only saving grace after all. I have bad hearing, can't sight read, can't play technical exercises, can't learn pieces on demand. So I can neither pursue further study at a conservatory, nor get a job performing. Am stuck at my school (Yamaha), and would be very lucky if they let me teach there.
No matter how much I love piano music, I can't help feeling depressed because I can't play any of the pieces I love, maybe never, and nobody recognizes me as a musician. No one that matters, that is. They're either newbies or non-musicians, who don't realize just how hard it is to get to this point.
Thanks for having read this far... I don't know how this can be helped. The underlying problem is my poor coordination, I've had it since I was young and made my life unbearable. For music is not the only feat of coordination. I have difficulty socializing and learning things that most people take for granted. Thus I can't even hope for a career outside music and art. I just can't keep up with normal people. For every talent I have, they find something wrong with me.
That's it, I'm crying now.