They Call Him “Hoz”

They Call Him “Hoz”

I think I just saw the finest example of classroom instruction that I have ever seen.

The room had no chairs but about 25 standing students. No desk, but a piano. No heavy technology, but a simple white marker board.

Mark Hosny, affectionately known as “The Hoz,” was teaching a group of music students. They were working on the practice of conducting a choir or musical rehearsal.

From the opening second, they were moving, exercising, breathing like musicians do, singing, responding to targeted questions, remembering what they had worked on before, stepping into the limelight and demonstrating a practice with the choir. They were performing at a remarkable level.

Mark was engaged with them. He probably burned the equivalent of five Big Macs in the teaching venture. I could not find one disengaged student or bored expression in the room. He knew their names and called on them; he critiqued with targeted advice without any shame.

I’m guessing he choreographed the whole hour in his mind and then taught from a disciplined passion. And in the middle of the whole thing was an ancient hymn text coming back to life, “Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of Creation.”  One of the lines bids us to “ponder anew what the Almighty can do, if with his love he befriends us.”

I walked away with deep admiration for the unheralded professors who practice the craft of teaching like I observed in Mark Hosny.

Trevecca’s music degree programs have passed the 200 mark in students and are nearing 250.

Watching The Hoz, I know why.

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