The One Song
They climbed the stairs to the second floor of the building and found his former professor, Mr. Goldman, sitting in the same small, cluttered office he had occupied five years earlier. Some things in life don’t change after all—especially offices of brilliant but crazy college professors. To Dharma, he smelled like a nice man. To Josh, he hadn’t changed a bit—except for having less hair on his balding head and a rounder face. Mr. Goldman’s face lit up when he saw Josh. “How’s my favorite student?” he asked cheerfully.
“Great,” said Josh, “How’s my favorite professor?”
“Doing well,” Mr. Goldman answered, “Getting older, but getting better, as I always say. You know, I was thinking about you the other day and wondering how you were doing and what you were up to.”
“Funny you should ask,” said Josh. “That’s why I came back here. Just trying to figure some things out.” Then Josh tried changing the subject by asking, “Are you still teaching the same classes?” Josh felt embarrassed that his life hadn’t yet amounted to much.
“Same classes but different lessons. You know me. I’m always trying to tweak my lectures to keep things fresh. If I taught the same lessons the same way, I’d not only put the class to sleep, I’d fall asleep myself. I’m actually working on some really exciting new lessons. Since I’m teaching music history, I had the idea that I should start from ...