Masters Degree

It is official....kind of! Four years ago I decided to begin my Masters Degree in Music Education, and it has been one of the best choices I have made for my career. More on that aspect in a later post...

At the end of the program, each student participates in a Comprehensive Exam. Luckily, I didn't have to take a paper test. Rather, I had the opportunity to do a 90 minute Oral Exam along with a 90 minute score study. I will quickly talk through this process so you all know what kind of a week I had. This past Thursday was the day of my comps...and after completion I felt a tid-bit better!

For comps, you start with a score study. After picking up my score from the secretary, I was escorted to a practice room where I was left with all the allowed resources...a piano and pencil! I spent the next 90 minutes analyzing the score, both the macro-analysis (form) and the micro-analysis (harmonic structures). Along with analysis, I was expected to come up with an idea of what time period this piece was composed. Did I mention that the title AND composer/arranger was not provided. A small portion of my oral comps would also revolve around my "findings" on the score study. I was lucky to have a small direction of study provided for my study, which means my committee provided me with some questions to kind of get the ball rolling on the study. To my surprise, the 90 minutes flew by and before I knew it the next student was knocking at the door to replace me and scoot me on to the oral comps.

So I made the trek down the stairs to room 109, where my committee was waiting for me. Before I go on, I do have to say that the comps weren't near as bad as I thought they would be...I think! Anyway, at the end of week 1 all students taking their comps were provided with "Directions of Study", which are essentially study guides of what we should look over from the past 4,5,6, etc. years we have been in the Masters Program. I spent the past 3 weeks studying, stressing, studying, and stressing over these directions of studies. Luckily I had a couple other colleagues taking the comps, and we spent numerous hours in the library talking over the information.

So...back to the oral comps. The four of us spent the next 90 minutes having "scholarly conversation" over the materials. I'm not going to lie, there were moments in the comps where I flat out had to tell my committee that I didn't know the information. There were other times where I would provide them an unsure answer, only to have silence as a response. THOSE were the moments that made the comps difficult. But overall, the committee did a great job of making me feel at ease and guiding me along the way. After about 80 minutes of comps, it became apparent that they had heard as much as they needed and that we were coming to a conclusion. The next part of the comps was the most nerve-racking. The committee asks you to step out of the room so they can discuss what they feel the next step should be. The options are as follows 1) pass with no need to continue with study, 2) partial pass, but you are required to review some information and come back the following week to finish up, or 3) not pass and have to return the fall to make up any areas that the committee feels you need help in.  Well needless to say, that was the longest wait of the day. After what seemed like an eternity,  the chair of my committee (Dr. Fuelberth) came out, gave me a hug, and congratulated me. Dr. Nierman and Dr. Woody proceeded to congratulate me as well!

THEN I relaxed...for the most part. You see, I was one of 9 students who took their comps this summer, and although I didn't know them all that well...I was nervous for them. I wanted them to succeed. For some reason I hung some of my success on how our group did. So I didn't get to relax completely, because 4 other colleagues still needed to complete their comps. Long story short, everybody who took their comps during the summer of 2012 passed...and I can safely say we were all nervous before hand and relieved afterwards.

As I said in the beginning of this post, deciding to obtain a Masters Degree was one of the best decisions I have made for my career, and I am extremely proud that I finished it. Not saying I had doubts...I'm just proud that I did! I am nervous to see what my life consists of next summer without classes. I already have had thoughts about what my next level of schooling will be...another Masters, a Doctorate, or just classes to stay involved. I would be more than happy to have suggestions or ideas from my most faithful followers :)

It's been a great run

As most of you know, Danielle and I will be moving to the Eastern part of the state, as we have both accepted jobs in the Omaha area. Danielle will be teaching 11th & 12th grade English at Gretna High School and I will be teaching vocal music at Omaha Burke. That being said, I thought I would reflect a bit on my time in Ogallala. As a disclaimer, the rest of this post will jump around...so be prepared!

Today I spent my last day as a "staff member" of Ogallala, and turned in my keys and said goodbye. It was bittersweet. Actually, today was really easy. It was yesterday that kind of hit me. My last period of the day yesterday was my concert choir, which generally is the students I have spent the most amount of time with in my 4 year tenure at OPSD. The period was quite hectic, as kids were in and out, making trips to their lockers, the guidance counselor, and other random places to get their check out sheets signed. As "chaos" ensued around me, I just sat back and watched. It was surreal looking at these students and thinking back on the great memories. After the stress of moving and summer school wears off, I will take some time to sit back and reflect even more on my last 4 years of education.

Just off the top of my head, I can say that I have grown immensely as an educator while being here in Ogallala. I have made my share of colossal mistakes and have had many opportunities to experience success. I don't think a lot of people truly understand what it means to teach, how it feels to teach. I am constantly second guessing and looking back on decisions I make. What I have REALLY come to realize in my time in Ogallala is that even though I make a decision for what I feel is the best for the students, not everybody else will agree with that. I am slowly coming to the realization that people are going to be upset with me. People are not always going to like what I am doing or how I handle a situation. Sometimes that is just life. What is important is that I constantly reflect on the outcome and how I handled the situation. I can also say that the past 4 years have helped me to realize how much I truly love working with youth. Their energy and personalities are so contagious and they teach me so much every day.

I also learned that sometimes traditions are good, and sometimes they are not so good. I have begun some "traditions" with the OHS Choir department that I am excited to see continue. I also know that if it doesn't continue, then the director had a good reason to discontinue them. And if his reasoning is not legit...oh well. I say that because I know exactly what it is like to have to make decisions that others may not agree with. One tradition that I started...and ended...was the signing of the wall. One day I just decided it would be cool to let the students sign the wall of my office. Below are some pictures of my wall, and it is amazing how a simple signature and message really brings out each individual personality. These small things are what really make a difference to me! I hope you enjoy reading the messages (if it is big enough) and for those students who read this, thank you for giving a piece of you to me the past 4 years...I truly appreciate it!