Reflection : My Chorus As The Chorus In The Middle School

I hurried to get dressed with a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up past my cast. I also wore a red tie and black skinny jeans. I could only sing so we had to use the track guitar. Last thing I had to do was my vocal warmups. I finished and went to the side of the stage. My mind was swirled with thoughts as the video ran and our cue was said to go on stage. My microphone was on me and I was as ready as I was ever going to be. We all ran on stage and started to play. We started with undisclosed desires. Since I didn’t have my guitar to play it gave me a chance to rest and just

“Why would someone join chorus? Only nerds and weird people are in choir.” Hearing comments like these when I was in middle school almost discouraged me from participating in the arts. I did not want to do anything that would make it more difficult to achieve popularity, for I was obsessed with trying to fit in with my peers. My chorus teacher knew how irrational it was for me to think that and convinced me to try out for chorus. I am forever grateful that she did, for joining chorus allowed me to express myself, connect with others, and create memorable experiences.

Choir is something I deeply care about and it really does help me get through each day of school with a positive attitude. I am also one of the top choir students in our school, being accepted into all the top tier choirs at our school and making honor choirs throughout the state, but the All State Choir was the real prize. Only the best are accepted into it and I made it my sophomore year and I thought I would never face failure in choir. The next year however took a downward spiral. I tried out for the All State Choir the next year and walked in with confidence and pride. Then I sat with patience to waited for the results that were posted five hours later. When I looked at the list one name was missing and I

For many years of my life I had struggled fitting in, weather it be in sports or core classes, it was difficult for me. I had very few friends and never academically exelled. Its hard to explain the reasons why school was such a struggle for me, but I guess that at some point I felt wasen’t worth it. That day I had decided to go to the couselor, I had gone becuase I felt like if it was even possible, she would be able to guide me to find that one thing that I would love and exell at, to finally be appreciated. That decision was and always will be a blessing to me. Choir has given me

This past fall, I was given the opportunity to audition for VA district 13's district chorus. As a member of the FUMA choir, I saw this as a breath of fresh air. Our choir is ok, but it has its strengths and weaknesses. Passing the audition would be easy, a short song and sight reading, I mean, it's not rocket science. Passing the audition with flying colors, I had about two months to prepare the chosen songs. (Learning a part solely by piano can be a long and tedious process, but thankfully we were provided practice recordings of our parts.) With only two months to learn my part, I hit the ground running listening to the mp3s whenever I had a chance to.

I am not that great of a singer, therefore, I have never sung outside of the shower. I do not play any musical instruments either, though I would not mind learning how to play the drums. I have received a little formal training in music when I was in elementary school. I used to be able to read some notes, but I probably have forgotten everything now. I do wish to perform music someday, if I could ever learn. I think the most valuable thing for me to learn in this course would be to understand the role of music in the world, and how it has come to shape the people in it. I would like to understand the different origins of music throughout the world. I feel like I already have a great appreciation for music though. This is what I hope to get out of this

I never sang too loud so if I messed up, no one would hear it .After every class I would go up to my Choir or band director with about five questions. But it simply was not enough. So my sophomore year I was given vocal lessons that taught me that I can match pitch consistently , and that my range was bigger than I ever thought it could be. I discovered a talent that I loved and I intended to perfect it .I performed in multiple cabarets and had the opportunity to sing with my choir at the Carnegie music hall. I was finally getting the swing of music; but that was not enough due to my obstinacy. I wanted to learn

Thirteen year old “Davis Blaser” , choir student will be explaining the first time she performed for choir.

As a third and fourth grader, I participated in choir. I enjoyed it then but decided to stop so that I would have more time for homework. In the beginning of seventh grade, when it came time to decide if you want to join choir, Maria Abbulone and I chose to sign up. We thought it would be a fun experience because we enjoy singing, and we had done it in past years. As choir practices began, Maria and I thought that it would be a fun experience for the year, and we might decide to do it in eighth grade. As the choir kicked into full swing, everything was going well.

“That hot day, the high school students were laughing and they laid stretched-out—near the walls. In fact, some of them were aggressively touching one another.”

Throughout my youth, I have had experiences which have been very meaningful to me, however, there is one that stands out from the rest. I have been part of the Madison Youth Choirs (MYC) for seven years now. The choir is an auditioned choir for people ages seven to eighteen. I am in the highest choir, Cantabile, with conductor Mike Ross.

"I’m so nervous,” I complained to my mom as we walked into the Waukesha Civic Theatre. “What if I’m not good enough. I haven’t even prepared that much!” It was a crisp September day and some leaves had already started changing color. On the way home from school my mom told me about a play that the theater puts on near us every year and thought I would be good for it. Since I had only heard about the audition that day, it gave me a few hours to pick my song and be prepared for whatever part they wanted me to read. The next song that came on the radio was the song “Edge of Glory” by Lady GaGa and because it was in my vocal range I thought it would be good for me. Little did I know that this audition would change my view of theater.

I wish that Jason could sing with me but there was no argument when Echo told me the song only required one set of vocals. After getting lost in my worried thoughts for a minute, my mind went back to reality when the lights dimmed and the crowd got quiet. My heart raced and it took all my strength to stand still and hold back tears. "Now everyone, this is our last entry for the competition but I've heard great things from this group and am sure they will impress you. Now playing the song (song name here) is (school name here) Middle School's Junior Music Group!" The announcer said in an excited voice. My stomach sank when he basically told the crowd to have high expectations but I knew I couldn't chicken out now. The curtains started to separate and bright lights started to blind me from the large crowd, which was good in this case. I knew now that I was facing the biggest challenge of my life and that if I failed to complete this challenge, my dreams of a musician would collapse, so I didn't take this lightly. I adjusted my posture one more time and with trembling hands I signaled Tori to begin her

Smiling to myself at the memory, I thought of how much I had grown since that audition. I remembered the concerts I had performed in, the choirs I had tried out for, the sectionals I had lead. My growing confidence in my musical abilities had spilled over into other areas of my life, too: I spoke more in class and I no longer hesitated to try new things. I fondly glanced around the chorus room one last time, mentally absorbing every detail. I closed the door behind me, not feeling like running anymore, and strode the rest of the way down the hall, moving on to the next stage of my

It is late November, the week before the first performance for our choir. Even though we’ve had our music since June, we were woefully unprepared. Each section, including mine, was wrought with apathy. Choir wasn’t fun anymore.