It's teaching day again, and half of the college appears to have the plague.
Evidently, over the weekend, a large number of students became seriously ill, and this week classes appear to be only half-full.
Normally with each student I spend a minute or two saying hello and finding out what's happening in their life. I'm not trying to be nosy, but I learned many years ago that when you're dealing with singers, their mental health is as important as their physical health. It's one of the drawbacks of having an instrument that lives inside your body and changes on a whim, especially if that whim is named exhaustion, breakup, or kegger.
This week, I'm not giving them much of a chance to tell me about Rush Week (don't care) or the mandatory RA meeting tonight (don't care) or who painted the spirit rock last night (don't care). The minute they open the door -- before they can even get close to me -- I yell, "DO YOU HAVE THE PLAGUE?" If the answer is yes, they get a one way ticket back out the door again.
So far, my students have been surprisingly healthy, with only one no-show, and one with the plague. If only my last two students of the day were plague-a-rrific.... Then I could go home early and prepare to be entertained.