Notes from a Musician's Journal (Marking Time) (Column‪)‬

Scott is a sixth grader, and yesterday as he came in and got settled for his lesson, we were exchanging pleasantries. "How are things?" I asked him, "Anything new?" " Not really," he responded, "but I wish I could go to the Dollar Store and buy packages of time. I don't have enough time." I don't have enough time either; my most constant struggle is my battle with the clock. After all, "Marking Time" is the name of this column, which tells you that the issue of time is a raging one in my life, musical or otherwise. But Scott's comment struck a nerve: although I take for granted that all the adults I know are struggling with never having enough time, since when did a 12-year-old feel this kind of pressure? Since when did a pre-adolescent even think about time, let alone scheme to buy packages at the dollar store?