I brought brainiac for his first music theory exam this morning. If you didn't know better, you would have thought that some kind of Imperial Exam were being held. Anxious parents were sitting outside the venue benches and tables, going over last-minute revision notes and hovering anxiously over their charges' tables, as the candidates pasted their identification labels on the exam answer scripts, about 5 minutes to the start of the exams.
Brainiac was unflustered. I told him that he could leave the exam venue after the minimum stipulated 40 minutes if he felt that he had done all that he could for the paper. He came out 45 minutes later. The 5 minutes was just so to please me. Sweet thing!
A parent sitting next to me in the waiting area had other ideas for her daughter. She proudly proclaimed that her daughter was strictly told not to leave the exam venue till the entire duration of the paper is up! Never mind if she has checked, re-checked and are absolutely certain of her answers!
See . . . I don't blame you all. Us parents are sometimes such painful entities. We don't make a lot of sense, do we?
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