Mrs. Anderson was my teacher for three years in middle school. Two at Central, and my last at Forest Park. She was my choir teacher. When I met her she was a taller, very pale, and a round lady. She was post pregnancy and was a regular gym goer to lose her baby weight. She wore glasses and her blonde hair was long enough for her to sit on. She was a very kind and timid woman, but when it was time to work, she meant business. Mrs. Anderson and I didn’t have a great start. I was sort of a problem child. Not academically, and not extreme behavioral problems. I was an A student and I used to be kind of a class clown. I was rather tall for my age, bone skinny, and glasses with lenses thicker than my history book. When I look back on my appearance, I looked the complete opposite of how I
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This is the school’s sixth grade choir. Why don’t we test out your vocal part.”, she smiled.
“Oh, I’m a soprano.” I uttered with a timorous voice. I already knew because I was in the choir at church and I sang soprano.
She looked at me surprisingly and smirked.
“Well let’s get you started.”
We started the class out with vocal warm ups. I didn’t know them, but it didn’t take me long to catch on. We then would work on the songs that we were to do for the winter concert.
My first day at Forest Park was nerve wracking. I walked in with my little sister and my mother. The school principal was giving us a tour of the school when I saw Andy down the hall. She was directing kids to get to class by the bell, fussing like always. When I saw her my eyes lit up and I instantly became happy.
“Andy!” I shouted from down the hall.
She looked over to me and gave me a warm, welcoming smile. I left my tour group and walked as fast as I could to her. She embraced me with an amiable hug.
“Are you excited for today?” she questioned. She knew I wasn’t but her intent was to encourage me and remind me that it will all be fine. She gave me another hug and told me that she’d see me fourth
This is the school’s sixth grade choir. Why don’t we test out your vocal part.”, she smiled.
“Oh, I’m a soprano.” I uttered with a timorous voice. I already knew because I was in the choir at church and I sang soprano.
She looked at me surprisingly and smirked.
“Well let’s get you started.”
We started the class out with vocal warm ups. I didn’t know them, but it didn’t take me long to catch on. We then would work on the songs that we were to do for the winter concert.
My first day at Forest Park was nerve wracking. I walked in with my little sister and my mother. The school principal was giving us a tour of the school when I saw Andy down the hall. She was directing kids to get to class by the bell, fussing like always. When I saw her my eyes lit up and I instantly became happy.
“Andy!” I shouted from down the hall.
She looked over to me and gave me a warm, welcoming smile. I left my tour group and walked as fast as I could to her. She embraced me with an amiable hug.
“Are you excited for today?” she questioned. She knew I wasn’t but her intent was to encourage me and remind me that it will all be fine. She gave me another hug and told me that she’d see me fourth