
— Ralph Waldo Emerson / Self Reliance
My past is fraught with bad choices and good ideas cast to the wind, a myriad of wasted opportunities, an ocean of what ifs. Perhaps that would still be the case had fate not intervened and bounced me along a string of unlikely coincidences, leading me directly to Room 246 in Valhalla High School. There, the students and I have proven that Marilyn Ferguson was right when she wrote (in the Aquarian Conspiracy): Our past is not our potential. The Mac Lab is a living testament to abiding by one's spontaneous impression with good-humored inflexibility.
As I wrote in my class blog:
I knew how this second semester was going to unfold when I stood before the class the day we returned to school back in January [2009]. I remember, quite distinctly, how I took a breath and began to speak, but the words weren't anything I'd planned on saying. Sudden inspiration altered our direction that day. The blog was born the following week. We've had one constant though, from that first post right up to yesterday's. We experiment. Every creative act involves a measure of uncertainty. We don't move from A to B in a straight line. We learn though process. We ponder, reflect, imagine, adapt, improve, refine, present, and begin again. We actively seek out inspiration, always reaching higher.

I'm wondering how many other priceless ideas are waiting in the wings of our Full Sail experience. As was said in my Big Idea Pitch: Theory is all well and good but we need need real world solutions today and that's what I'm interested in.
Note: The imagery on display during that segment should make clear that I'm interested in the practical application of theory and I'm intent on applying it now (as I've done since day one), not waiting until month six.
Every student deserves the best I've got the moment I've got it. In the Mac Lab, we show what we know—both the students and myself. Our experiment is ongoing and the results so far are more than encouraging. (Current qualitative and quantitative findings are described on this page.)
As Emerson wrote in Literary Ethics:
The hour of that choice is the crisis of your history... Be content with a little light, so it be your own. Explore and explore. Be neither chided nor flattered out of your position of perpetual inquiry… Make yourself necessary to the world, and mankind will give you bread.

Fate handed me a second chance. My students deserve no less.
Long ago, far and away, or always somewhere near
Conductor’s instrumental, sends notes to inner ear
Harmonic reconvergence, improvisation’s planned
To amend the broken page, pour melodies from band
Watering the wildest flowers, a second-handed chance
To trade in white-washed paddock walls, for suit and horse and lance