My friend, Jeannelle, posted the other day about her high school band experiences. It was such a great post that I decided to write about my high school band days.
Then I remembered that I wasn't in band in high school, BUT I WAS IN CHOIR! Except, at our school it was called chorus. I was in chorus for four years. I liked to sing, and it was a fulfilling social hour, so it was an easy decision for me.
Each day we would slowly make our way into the music room and proceed to have a good time while our teacher would eventually make her way out of her office, which also doubled as the Bermuda Triangle. Things went missing in that office.
After several minutes, the teacher would finally emerge with some music, but if a cute guy could start talking to her, there was always the chance that the music would never actually make it to the piano and we would never actually have to sing.
It all worked quite well for us with the exceptions of concerts. When we had a concert, panic would overtake the teacher and she would find some pop songs for us to sing. The problemo? I went to high school in the late 70's and the pop songs were always from the mid-60's. We were a very cool school choir indeed. I know the choirs from other school all envied us.
And since we had never really practiced the songs that much, the words were a little iffy for us. But the teacher came up with a great solution: she would just sing very, VERY LOUDLY, to make up for the weaknesses in the choir. Quite clever of her really. I'm sure no one suspected the truth.
Two more memories: We were on t.v. one Christmas. The teacher decided we would sing Ave Maria in Latin. Okay, fine. Except the camera kept focusing on me and I didn't know a single word. I later learned that became apparent to our entire tri-state region.
And lastly, during my senior year I was an aide to the teacher. That meant I spent one hour per day looking at the mess that was her office. One day the teacher wasn't there, and the principal was adamant that the sub needed to get into that office to get the LESSON PLANS (ha!) So, in a typically reactive way, the principal used her credit card to open the door and broke her card in the process. Later in the day, I innocently asked the principal if she would need to use my copy of the office key. Ew! Bad question indeed. She pulled me into a corner and SCREAMED that I was responsible for her broken credit card.
She was maybe slightly crazy.