Why do you teach?
and I definitely do not feel as inspired as I once did.
Does anyone have helpful thoughts?
deeper understanding of what 'we' as piano teachers are trying to "accomplish" in teaching.
I don't have any idea whether I am "talented" or not
I have wanted to give all people the opportunity to discover their own "talent" and have deeply believed that everybody is capable.
I had major beliefs about what music and piano meant to me, and about its role in society, its influence on humanity,
is all about breaking barriers and helping people to discover within themselves something beautiful and profound, and something beyond what they even thought to be possible for them.
also wanted to teach piano because I have been deeply concerned about the state of the world, and also the survival of pure art. By teaching in a one-on-one setting, I feel I have greater opportunity to reach the individual and give them what they need to aspire to greater things than what they could have fathomned before.
But my most recent big giant revelation as of yesterday, was realizing that teaching in and of itself is not actually about the art that I love and had set out to experience with people. The only thing in common is the fact that a piano is involvled in both.
Perhaps it may be obvious why I am frustrated. Obviously, not many people feel the way that I do. ...
Hi Bernhard,I agree with you, except that what you call "average student" is in my experience a rare case.I have mostly "students from hell", and that seems to be the average.
Then, toward the end of the lesson, to my surprise the other sister shows up afterall.
she had no idea why she was there, nor did I and she seemed to be on the brink of tears the entire time
is my responsibility as the teacher to help a student find their inspiration and love for the art,
I have read a portion of what Bernhard has generously provided. While I respect and appreciate and agree with most of it, I don't really know how to put it into action.
Bernhard talked about teachers who drive to student's houses and some other things that I can't remember right now. On the brink of vommitting with shame, I am one of those teachers.
They simply don't recognize real beauty in music or really interesting things, and they don't want to recognize it.
It's so unfair to compare yourself with Bernhard who's already had years of the 'experimenting, stuff ups, things gone wrong, not working," stage. He's in a place now where what he does works for him and gives him a sense of satisfaction. We are all different. Trying to implement Bernhard's exact way of doing things just won't work. You don't have the same personality, the same presense (men seem to have a natural 'air of authority - I saw that in schools), the same circumstances, the same resources.
All you can do is take the ideas you like and adapt them to suit you. Try something, and if it doesn't work with one student, try it with the next student and so on. If you've given it a fair testing, and it doesn't work, move on to something else, or try it in a different way.
I greatly admire and respect Bernhard's 'every day lessons', but it's something I haven't tried because it's not the way I want to do things. It doesnt mean I'm a lousey teacher. If you don't do things Bernhard's way, it doens't mean you're a lousey teacher. The fact is, we are all bending over, pickng up those star fish and throwing them into the ocean.
I don't mean to sound as though I hate teaching, that I have all horrible students and that I can't put up with the ups and downs of it all.
The second student I got, exactly at the same time was an old guy, retired in his 60s. He had a peculiar problem: no short-term memory. He could remember quotes from books, poetry from 30 years ago, his whole history and the history of his family, but anything he learned today was completely gone by tomorrow. I taught him for 5 years. It was the toughest assignment of my whole life. I would go to his house (if he left the house he could not find his way back – he forgot), and teach him every day for two hours early in the morning. The next day I would knock at his door and he would not know who I was. We spend almost a year for him to simply be able to play a C major scale over one octave. He could not remember the notes or the fingering. Every morning I would have to repeat everything again. But being the kind of guy I am, I would devise all sorts of ways to jolt his memory. His sister was a retired piano teacher, and she did not take me seriously. But after five years, he was playing (both reading and from memory): Hammerschmidt – SarabandeHook – Gavotte in C op. 81 no. 3Turk – Little WaltzPamela Wedgewood – PlutoAnon. – Adagio (a Baroque piece)Lushtak – running and skippingMike Cornick – Mellow fellowHoward Skempton – Saltaire MelodyShostakovitch – LullabySchumann – Of Strange lands and peopleMozart – Variations ah je vous dirais je maman – theme, variations 1 and 2Burgmuller - InnocenceGrieg – AriettaLeopold Mozart (form the Nannerl book) AllegroChopin – Prelude Op. 28 no. 7Chopin – Waltz in Aminor (Op. posth.)Schumann - TraumereiMendelssohn – Song without words op. 19 no. 1(Progressive order of difficulty)His sister was suitalbly gobsmacked, which pleased me no end.
i would love to hear more about the ways you were able to work around his problem, and teach him to play
would love to hear more about the ways you were able to work around his problem, and teach him to play
(otherwise how would I be able to spot straightaway all those members who come back under different names he he ).
...and things like this ^ is a part of the reason I came back.Inspiring stuff Bernhard!