Welcome to My Office

The teacher, oh, well I remember;
My heart has long kept him a place;
Perhaps by the world he's forgotten,
His memory no time can efface.
He met us with smiles on the threshold,
And in that rude temple of art,
He left with the skill of a workman
His touch on the mind and the heart.

- Anonymous -


John Pictured at His Office at Devry

An office at home is a place to get the work done . As a Senior Professor at DeVry University, I graded a lot of student work in my office at home. I write letters here. I also read the mail from the postal service as well as e-mail.

From my home office here, you can transfer to DeVry University where I was employed for 28 years, prior to my early retirement on April 22, 1998.

You may wish to send me an email if you want to leave a message.

DeVry University is accredited by the Commission on Institutions of Higher Education of the North Central Association of Colleges and Schools. The baccalaureate electronics engineering technology program is separately accredited by the Technology Accreditation Commission of the Accreditation Board for Engineering Technology.

My former campus is located in Irving, Texas near the northeast corner of the Dallas Fort Worth Airport (DFW), a world class interntional airport. Blessed with a rich cultural, ethnic, and racial diversity, DeVry takes on the characteristics of an international community.

Click here to see my departmental colleagues.


I also served Devry many years as an Academic Dean.

My Diplomas hang on the wall above my desk:


As a teacher I addressed my class collectively as team. So one day they decided that if they were to be a team then I was the coach so they purchased a shirt for me that said so!


If you are curious, the following letter sent to my guest book will give you some idea what I was like as a teacher:

How’s it going Mr. Morgan. I was one of your students at DeVry. I graduated with an Associate of Applied Science in Electronics in Feb 1993.

I was in your afternoon Digital 1 class, your afternoon 5th term microprocessors class, and I think your 4th term microprocessors class, but I couldn’t swear to that I am not positive. I came back for EET and acquired some credit hours but was unable to finish. I had no idea that you were heavily involved with Radios. So am I.

At DeVry I did really well in analog communications but was marginal at best in the other classes (including yours nothing personal). I always thought you were a very good teacher and a nice (maybe a little strange sometimes) guy. I must say not as strange as Mr. [name omitted] though. I can remember you walking around in the Lab singing "Up in the valley of the Jolly Green Giant". And your suggestion that they remove the minute hands from the clocks to improve their apparent accuracy.

Anyway I ran across this site while doing a search for "fort worth ham". And one more thing, I like Surfing Bird. But I was told (it was a little before my time) that a major Fort Worth radio station deemed it the worst song ever recorded and had a record burning at Forest Park. Funny thing is they gave quite a bit of sales to them (Sam and the Sham I think but I’m not sure about that) by purchasing so many copies of it to burn. A band called "The Ramones" redid it in the early 80's.

I just wanted you to know that I have a lot of respect for you and I learned a lot from you.

Take care,

[student]


I was looking through the bottom drawer in the file cabinet that is directly behind my desk and I found an old report card from my second year of High School.

I also found my old student handbook. I am looking at the rule that states: "A gentleman is seen nowhere except on a public playground without his coat and tie." That rule was strictly enforced. My how times have changed.

I also recall a day that year near the end of the term; it was very hot in Washington, D.C. that day, about 102 degrees. The school was not air-conditioned and it was fast approaching June. For the first time that year the Headmaster's voice was heard over the intercom saying: "Gentlemen you may remove your coats." Without missing a beat my teacher pointed to one of the students in the classroom and said: "Not you Freddie."

The above picture is of my office. Don't I wish!