I really just want to cry. It’s been four years since I joined choir when I was alone and the majority of my friends from Junior high were going to different High schools. I remember walking into the chorus room at orientation and being amazed by how large the room looked. Then I saw Mr. Scott (old choir director who is just…yeah…amazing), and he was warm and acted like we’d known each other for years. I was still nervous for a while, but a couple weeks into school, I became more comfortable and it felt like home to me. Then the next year, Mr. Powers interned and I became MUCH more involved in chorus. Many things happened that year that changed the chorus program. Mr. Scott had a stroke, Powers took over as our teacher, DM was created, our chorus family got stronger as we all cheered on Mr. Scott’s recovery, and eventually Mr. Scott retired.
I remember there was this moment of panic for all of us at the end of Sophomore year. We all wanted Mr. Powers to be our teacher, but nobody knew if someone else would get the job because of having more experience. I also remember the day when Mr. Powers got the call that he WOULD be our teacher the next year.
Junior year was great. I made a lot of new friends in chorus, became EVEN MORE involved, was one of the original members of The Treblemakers (Vocal Jazz group, commonly called Vocal Jazz because Treblemakers is a bad name….), I was FINALLY in the highest level of choir and everything was great.
This year has been amazing. I was a Vice President for the program, in DM, Vocal Jazz, I got to sing with the JSO (blergh), I got to spend the majority of the time with some of the most amazing people ever, I got a solo on a beautiful song that (even though I’m super nervous, I’m actually really excited) I get to sing in front of tons of people at a local annual event (Concert On The Green), and so many other things. It’s finally hitting me that this Sunday is the LAST (THE “L” WORD D’X) time our year of DM will perform anything. Holy crap. Then we get to record the CD and have the memories of music made together saved in digital form to be shared with everyone. Wow.
And tomorrow is the LAST (THERE I GO AGAIN) banquet. All I have left to say, is that I love this chorus program, and having to leave will be one of the most difficult things I’ve had to do. This is the only family that I’ve had and I don’t want to lose them now.