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Teaching begins

Tuesday.  NOT my longest day.

But my longest day so far.

I plowed through paperwork and emails and agendas and notes.

Department chair meeting took up a chunk of the morning.

And I taught a wonderful sophomore his first voice lesson of the year.

Lunch at my desk.  Dinner at my desk too.

A scholarship grant arrived today, so I had the happy task of walking that over to Development.

We hosted a study abroad in Vienna meeting.

I planned the host of faculty evaluations that must take place in the next six weeks.

And taught three voice lessons for the private studio, starting off the new contract year with fun kids.

And at nearly 10 p.m., I’ve just finished grading video submissions for the music theory class I see at 9 a.m. Wednesday.

Welcome to the semester from *%@~+)@#.

Random musings

. . . that moment when you realize it’s your parents’ 60th wedding anniversary, and they only made it 38 years before Mom died, and you just start crying because you forgot the anniversary, and suddenly you miss her more than your father, and years of grief wash over you again . . . .

That was my Friday about 12.45 p.m.

I find it odd.  The optometrist can mail me my prescription, or fax it to me, both of which can be intercepted by others, but because of FERPA laws cannot email a PDF copy, even though that is likely the most secure way to send my scrip to me.

Thank you to students who helped move furniture on Friday as we got some new/used items for Thompson House!

All the best-laid plans of chefs and cooks go out the window during the first week of school.  Other people have been doing my cooking.

And speaking of the first week of school, we exceeded our expected music-major headcount.  Significantly exceeded. My expectations for slippage were inaccurate.  Rejoicing abounds!

Second-highest total number of music majors in two generations of students . . . .

The number of cars driving around Saint Louis with expired temporary tags — some expired for months — astounds me.

I may or may not be making a surprise visit somewhere south of Saint Louis today.

Tornado sirens and green-gray skies on a Friday afternoon make for an eerie end of the week.

love my new office configuration.  And my new desk chair.

And I love teaching voice lessons.  One new Webster student started Friday. The light bulbs popping on above his head were copious and a balm for a weary administrator’s eyes.  I still have my teaching chops.

Beware.  More new eyeglasses are on their way.

Open for business

With yesterday’s Department of Music Convocation, we are officially into the new school year.

I wish I didn’t have RBF all the time…..

Department of Music Convocation
Music Department Convocation — celebrating three of our five Presidential Scholars.

We feted the recipients of endowed music scholarships too:

#PostcardMonday: First day of school

The new school year’s classes begin today at Webster University.

I am starting my 21st year of full-time college teaching, and my 31st year of teaching in higher education.

And as I do so today, I am ever so grateful for those life-changing three years at the University of Kansas, where I earned my doctorate. I could write volumes about the learning, the lifetime relationships, the formation, the music, the beer, the travel.

Rock Chalk Jayhawk!

oh boy

This is how I feel already, and contracts haven’t even started.


But some parts of the day are more like this, all at the same time:


Contracts?  Let’s not forget about the 18 private lessons I’ll be teaching most weeks too.  Students have emerged and want to study with me.  Hallelujah!  But I need 27 hours each day.

And then there are these days: