Rush Week

Today I will teach my first solo 45 minutes lesson. I haven't taught a lesson I prepared myself since 2002. I put a lot of time into it. Time rages past. Tons of work, and every siren singing to me to see this city, and I can't imagine what boredom would be like anymore. Not that I believe in boredom--learned long ago how to dream, and how to play--but here in Prague the dreams are all real, and all around. One hardly needs an imagination in this city.

My classmates are all great. We have quite the group, pulled together into these classrooms from all over the states, and even the world. Just meeting everyone would be enough to hold my full & fascinated attention, but we have all this schoolwork! Tonight we'll go out and probably go wild to compensate for the effort we've put in during the week. I haven't run my body like this since grad school. And it feels fantastic.

I don't even have time to let loose with one of my meandering associative imaginative posts. All I can get is that one sentence. And now off to class.

Zita from Slovakia is across the table from me videotaping us all chatting & doing this internet thing. This place is awesome.