I work among freaks, apparently

I once heard from a prospective student from Virginia. He had been looking for a college in Virginia where he could double major in statistics and organ. He found more than one, but they never returned his messages of inquiry. So he started looking across the state line and found me. The rest is history – he came to Appalachian and double majored as planned.
What I didn’t know at the time is that all other things being equal, what tipped his scales toward Appalachian was that not only did I respond to his inquiry, but I also responded the same day. Well, imagine that. E-mail – what a concept. I told this story to my colleagues in a full faculty meeting one day, to illustrate our ongoing commitment to students and to encourage everyone that just answering a freaking email could get some fine students coming our way. What a surprise.
In this age of enhanced, instant and constant communication, how is it that messages still go unanswered? How can a college expect to survive if it doesn’t respond to tuition-paying business knocking on the door? How can a college hate teaching so much that it ignores prospective students coming in?
All my colleagues and I love hearing from students new and former. We are committed to them and to their success. We say so in our vision/mission statements, and we practice what we preach. And when any of us travel and visit with counterparts at other institutions, we are always alarmed by their situation and simultaneously amazed at our own. How did we all land in a place where upper administration listens to its faculty and where our dean supports us with every fiber, every word, and every dollar available? That’s probably not answerable, so we just enjoy it and exercise it and keep paying it forward.
I have lost track of the number of times someone has expressed pleasantly-surprised thanks that I returned their email or phone call so promptly. Honestly, I just don’t know any other way to do business. Communication is king, and I insist on it from all students. I have blogged before about not receiving return messages in the other direction – that’s not so pleasant.
My school of music just had its ten-year review for reaccreditation. I told the reviewers, “The most truthful thing we should (but can’t) put into our recruiting materials is, ‘Come major in music here, because we’re nowhere NEAR as dysfunctional as everybody else.’”
That is what keeps me showing up for work. Truly I work among freaks. And my colleagues work with one, too.

