Choir Is Cult Only Slightly Less Cultish Than Band
It wasn’t really a question on whether or not I was going to join choir Freshman year. I had always been in some kind’ve choir since pretty much birth--we’ve got some pretty sick videoes of me making whale sounds as a baby to prove it--from single digits to double digits, I’d always been singing.
Freshman year, I sat in the front row, four chairs in on the right of the choir with Spencer Evoy to my left. Abby Merschman was sitting behind me and she always sang the melody even though it was rarely her part; I don’t blame her for it though, if I had her kind’ve star quality I probably wouldn’t bother harmonizing either. I was a Soprano I and I really loved making screeching sounds in pretty much every song, …show more content…
Woodin was quite as appericiative, because Sophomore year I was a Soprano II, which involved far less screeching and more thought, since I had to think a little harder than “the highest note is my note.” The next hint I got that cloud nine might not be where my voice belongs is when Mr. Woodin had me as a “middle voice” for Jazz Choir every year. I think it’s slightly very unfair that he did that to me, I was no good at sight reading, and now I had to do it with Jazz Music. Regardless, I give Jazz my all, and I try everything. I take most of the scat solos, and Spencer takes the rest. Sometimes it feels like we’re the only ones who care about the Jazz Choir, because we’re the only ones who try anything and the upperclassmen treat us like dirt. Then Mr. Woodin was leaving so that somebody would make him a coach for rugby and people wouldn’t be able to compare him to his father anymore. He didn’t tell me that, but he would always frown when students would marvel over his dad’s expertise, and his dad was all smiles and praise when I would sing with him, but he would frown at Mr. Woodin and act all business, like I wasn’t Mr. Woodin’s student and he hadn’t taught me everything I knew. Mr. Woodin cried
It wasn’t really a question on whether or not I was going to join choir Freshman year. I had always been in some kind’ve choir since pretty much birth--we’ve got some pretty sick videoes of me making whale sounds as a baby to prove it--from single digits to double digits, I’d always been singing.
Freshman year, I sat in the front row, four chairs in on the right of the choir with Spencer Evoy to my left. Abby Merschman was sitting behind me and she always sang the melody even though it was rarely her part; I don’t blame her for it though, if I had her kind’ve star quality I probably wouldn’t bother harmonizing either. I was a Soprano I and I really loved making screeching sounds in pretty much every song, …show more content…
Woodin was quite as appericiative, because Sophomore year I was a Soprano II, which involved far less screeching and more thought, since I had to think a little harder than “the highest note is my note.” The next hint I got that cloud nine might not be where my voice belongs is when Mr. Woodin had me as a “middle voice” for Jazz Choir every year. I think it’s slightly very unfair that he did that to me, I was no good at sight reading, and now I had to do it with Jazz Music. Regardless, I give Jazz my all, and I try everything. I take most of the scat solos, and Spencer takes the rest. Sometimes it feels like we’re the only ones who care about the Jazz Choir, because we’re the only ones who try anything and the upperclassmen treat us like dirt. Then Mr. Woodin was leaving so that somebody would make him a coach for rugby and people wouldn’t be able to compare him to his father anymore. He didn’t tell me that, but he would always frown when students would marvel over his dad’s expertise, and his dad was all smiles and praise when I would sing with him, but he would frown at Mr. Woodin and act all business, like I wasn’t Mr. Woodin’s student and he hadn’t taught me everything I knew. Mr. Woodin cried