Over the next few months, I spoke with a few close friends and several of my professors to gauge their reaction.
Everyone was extremely supportive. “I told you you’d be back,” one professor said. Eastman was my top choice but I did my research and compared programs at a few different schools to increase my awareness of what’s out there. Amidst wedding planning, preparing for the choir year, and lesson planning for school, I compiled a teaching portfolio, wrote personal statements, and requested letters of recommendation and transcripts. Two weeks after returning from our honeymoon, I submitted my first application.
I visited Teachers College at Columbia University, my other top choice, just before Thanksgiving and had a great day meeting with a few of the faculty and observing a graduate class. It felt so right.
Just after the New Year, I received an invitation to interview at Eastman at the end of the month.
It was a full 12-hour day: convocation, five one-on-one interviews with the faculty, three research presentations by current students, cocktail party, and dinner. I gave 110% of myself through the entire process and I was exhausted afterward. I felt like things had gone well but after meeting the other candidates, I began to doubt whether or not my best, my 110% was enough. Do I have enough experience? Do the faculty think I would be a good fit? Did I make a good impression? What if all of that is just not good enough?
February felt like the longest month of my life.
I kept my phone in sight at all times in case a call came in. I skipped to the post office every day to check for the obligatory “thick envelope.” I checked the school websites for updates from the Admission Offices. Finally, on March 1, I received a call from one of my former professors at Eastman.
“Consider this your unofficial acceptance,” he said. I couldn’t wipe the silly grin off my face. I was over the moon! The formal paperwork followed a few weeks later and after several weeks of negotiating, I signed my name on the dotted line and sent everything in on the very last day. Since then, I have received many warm, congratulatory notes from Eastman teachers and friends. I am so very thankful to be returning to such a wonderful community!
Of course, rejoining the Eastman community means leaving the community we’ve been a part of for the last two years: The community where we’ve had so many great opportunities to grow as teachers and musicians. The community that celebrated with us when we got engaged and when we got married last year. The community where we built the Westminster Chamber Music Workshop.
I’ve learned so much about myself since moving here. I grew as a teacher. I found my authentic voice in writing. I developed a passion for community music education. Though bittersweet for sure, I know that this new adventure is the right decision for me and for us.