The truth is that we all learn wherever we go. I’m most definitely not an exception to this rule.

At Waynesburg College, I learned quite quickly that golf coaching can hinder academic growth, especially if one’s goal is to get tenure. I failed to realize that the people we work with aren’t always our friends. The Lord took me out of there without teaching me this lesson.

At IUP, I learned an important lesson shared by Kurt Dudt, “You need to live where you want to retire.” I failed to realize that only a few graduate students were de facto my peers. Lesson learned.

At Jackson State, I learned African-American culture and the true struggles of people of color from within. I failed to realize that my concept of time isn’t always the right one. Lesson learned.

At Lee University, I learned to stick to oppressive authority in a kind but professional sometimes firm way. I failed to realize that people can indeed be evil and intentially make decisions to hurt you. Lesson learned.

At Talladega, I learned that Dean and VP support may not be enough for a promotion, even if there isn’t an alternative and that sometimes, being quiet (or quit) is the best answer. I failed to realize that a college can literally be too small in student body limiting professional growth. Lesson learned.

At Claflin, I learned that professorship can be a ministry. I failed to admit that sometimes, resting is working. Lesson learned.

In all universities I’ve worked at, increasing university brand equity and taking care of the kids have been my goals, along with advancing my own brand. Hard work isn’t overrated.