I thought I was seeing a shot from the Past. I had 2 things to do before I left and headed to Chicago:

My worst Substitue assignment was long term  – ideally.  But I went nuts. I was passing kids who were failing and couldn’t fail and forced them to repay me by making-up a dish assignment – Greek Rice Pudding. 

Greek Rice Pudding uses a few simple ingredients – heavy cream, sugar, eggs, and the most divine spice of all – fresh vanilla – but it’s easy to mess it up. Not sure what the secret formula that is so essential to its success is, but it’s the best!

As soon as you pour it into cups or dishes, you sprinkle cinnamon on the top – that may be a “divine” ingredient – and it’s aroma and taste is irresistible. 

But I didn’t expect him to know that. 
I wanted him to demonstrate his commitment and integrity – as well as have a kinesthetic experience, which also required math, and a finished product in 45 minutes. 

I HATED teaching that class

It was a nightmare. 

Imagine now. 

You have between 28 and 32 (the max) in a class and you teach the identical lesson 5 times that day – well, how many pizzas is it?

(Answer here, please.)

The Chairman of the Department, clustered under ART, knew she had to get me out of there. 
I refused to go to the grocery store st 5:45 AM, so she had to do that. I would, however, get to school by then, to prepare for classes, which I did, all the time. 
Well, anyway.  

Despite my catastrophic performance, I have many students who befriended me after that on Facebook, and I’ve been friends with them ever since. 
Nick is a musician and was also one of my students then. Sweetest and most talented of them all. They all gave me a hard time, especially the guys. Not Nick. So he’s been in an ensemble (not sure what else to call it, since the one guy plays several instruments). LITZ is the name of the group. Simply outstanding. 

Nick is a keen observer too 
One day I was chastising the guy who sat next to him (they always sat together.)
And I said to him:
Do you realize your eyes are totally blood shocked?  Couldn’t you wait to smoke?

And they would laugh at me. 

After that I could head to Chicago. 

Not until we play first. 

with Glenn and Ludwig. 

Future Projection Screens 

Going from Beethoven to Bob in less than a second. Bob IS. The Bright Light of Cosmic Love
While Glen tunes my heart much better than anyone else.  I remember the name as a teenager, and I sensed a coldness about it, then. But also felt it’s glorious voice. I can not differentiate any longer, between the composer and the artist who expresses that vision. When I hear him play and hum, I feel as though the spirit of Beethoven is inside him, lived there with him, always had, from the moment of his birth. 

And that brings goosebumps to my skin. 

They are one. 

They are the same.