Chorus Concert Reflection

My new assignment moved me to be with the fifth graders in Ms. Bolds’ room. I had heard of each of these students but hadn’t met them. It took some adjusting, and more adjusting, but I got to know each of these new fifth graders. We also invited some “pull out” students to our room every day for some extra help with Math and Writing. This made our room crazy at times. One of the things I love about this job is that I never have the same day twice.

If the stress began to throw off the fine tuning of the well-adjusted members of the class, it was much more disabling to those members of the class whose emotional tuning was already in need of adjustment. One day after class, Nickie and I walked into the Histology lab to pick up a few slides. As we entered the lab, we saw Howard Cameron sitting at one of the benches, vigorously waving his hand as if to answer a question, and reciting different mnemonics that were used to memorize various groups of anatomic structures. With no one else in the classroom, Nickie and I wondered what Howard was doing.

In the beginning of class, Mr. Watson started the class by passing out a monthly newsletter which I thought was a great idea. Afterwards, He begun with class working on the concert pieces. A lot of the time, Mr.Watson would play the trumpet with his only trumpet player. He would also work on the percussion part whenever they needed some work. His class was very well mattered the whole time. This middle school class was not disruptive throughout the class, and they got through a lot of music in their forty-five minutes. This is how the class

Now a small group, all girls, has gathered around you, and somehow, you all gather the collective courage to go in and ask. You’re informed that it is indeed Intro to Communications and make a mental note to arrive at least 15 minutes early for the rest of the semester. Your pick one of the only remaining seats, on the very first row, and finally, finally sit down.

On March 4th I went back home for the beginning of spring break to visit my high school, Smyrna High School. That weekend was I Love Smyrna School District Day where multiple events of all categories took place. I went there to see the performance of the music ensembles, but in particular to see my previous choir and how they were progressing. The choir was under its second year of instruction from one of the states most renowned instructors and the evolution of the choirs sound made that evident. Back when I was a senior the guys were vastly outnumbered so the female voice parts had to reduce their sound in order to create balance, but that wasn't enough since we only had roughly 5 tenors in an 80 person choir. This year was different though

The corridor is rounded with beautiful skylights, mosaic windows, and more beautifully dark hardwood floors. The school is encircled by lush courtyards, gardens and thick woodland. The cafeteria is large and is more like a five star restaurant. Already students are filling their trays with delicious smelling foods. Chatter fills the room echoing off the walls. I'm unsure why I'm attending this school. Azai promised if I attend my past will unravel. Azai is my guardian aiding my search for my missing memories. I know something bad happened to me. I can feel it. I also know whatever it is, it's still is

Then finally we were to my sister’s-and the final-performance: the 7th and 8th graders. They started with a classic, Feliz Navidad. It brought back fond memories of caroling and hot chocolate around the fireplace. This band performed much better than the 6th grade band; they were much more fluid in their playing, they seemed much more comfortable with their instruments. The band was obviously not to a professional standard; I was not unduly impressed, but the songs they played definitely made me feel like we were finally in the Christmas

This was the fourth activity plan I implemented at the Child Development Lab. I implemented the group time activity where I read a book to the preschoolers. Knowing that I was going to be exposed to reading to the preschoolers for the first time, I was preparing for the past two weeks. The reason I was preparing myself was because I did not want to do a mistake during group time. As I was about to begin the activity, I felt nervous and afraid because I was not sure if they children would like me conducting the group time. To get the children interested in the group time, I started to sing their favorite songs. This was another reason why I was nervous because I did not know the songs that well. Thankful the children were so excited that they

Sounds of crisp, clean harmonies with lots of diction crept into my ears when I was singing with a large group of students at a big high school. Over the summer I was able to participate in a theater camp that was called Upper Darby Summer Stage. This camp was located in Upper Darby. This is a camp that is for students going into 8th grade and all the way up to high school. This camp took place from July 18th to August 11th, since I was in their last show of the summer.

Spring sophomore year: dedicating endless hours on voice lessons and skipping lunches, I practice for the audition. Acceptance into a select choral group means that you made it; you secure the corner and will succeed, or so I

On Friday, December 9, I went to see the MSVPA 8th graders’ live performance; 1776. The performers were students of course. I expected them to be off-tune at times, but even if they were, it did not stop the performance to be any less engaging. I also thought that they would be too quiet and I would not be able to hear them, but overall, you could still hear them clearly. The setting of the performance was a casual one too, it was located in the school’s cafeteria.

     Tony finished getting ready, and then we left for the high school. The parking lot was filled with all the other seniors’ cars. Tony and I walked into the library ten minutes late like usual, and the principal had already started giving instructions. I found my place in line and then was all ears. I couldn’t help but look around at all the others. Smiles were plastered on their faces as if they had heard a hilarious joke. Once the principal concluded his speech, the whole senior class paraded down the hallway to the commons in two uniform lines stopping just outside the gymnasium doors. We could hear the band warming up and playing songs. All the people that were standing around me were bubbling

THE ROLE OF THE CHORUS AND ITS IMPACT ON THE AUDIENCE IN OEDIPUS THE KING

The building labeled B appears to be the main building for courses at Local Community College. Students walk in and out of the building all day and stop only to enter a classroom or buy food from the vending machines which fill one corner of the building’s long hallway. Often, students sit on the chairs that line the walls while waiting for a class to start, but for now the hallway is nearly empty and waiting for the ambush of students.

Last week, I had the pleasure of attending the Texas State Symphony Orchestra Recital at Evans Auditorium. The performance was made up of two pieces: “Overture to Nabucco” composed by Giuseppe Verdi and “Symphony No. 5 E minor op. 64” composed by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky with its 4 movements. The theme of the overall performance was “Fifth and Fate”, depicting the ideas of life and destiny. Despite its flaws, the concert very well exemplified this theme and overall put on a delightful and memorable performance.