I taught there for 9 plus years. I saw and encouraged a level and degree of talent I could have never encountered elsewhere outside of a Broadway or West End audition. I created the classes; the curriculum; the audition process; the courses (mainly neatly plagiarized and redefined from other institutions; I put everything I knew or could learn into the building of that program at that time into that school.
And the world blinked and didn't care. People learned or didn't. People lived through it -- hating it or loving it -- and passed by. People cherished their teachers, or other students, or the beauty of the whole thing. And passed by.
I taught there for 9 plus years. And I experienced terrible pain, wonderful exhilaration, outrageous elements of all the emotions. I stretched myself to teach on the highest possible level; I gave critiques on the most intimate and personal of elements. I gave my students everything I had. I tried to be truthful when other teachers were shamelessly pandering. I tried to be honest when the outside world itself didn't know how to react. I tried to be "normal" in the face of precocious talent.
But the world passed by. And the students passed by. And only a few understood that what was done for them, and with them, was important and deep. And the world passed by, without comment.
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