Chamber Choir and Parenting Techniques

A funny thing happened this week.

First of all, it was the end of the quarter, which means STRESS. Secondly, Thursday was Chamber callbacks. And that's where my story begins....

I have wanted to be in Chamber since I was in ninth grade. It's the top choir at my school, and only a little more than 30 people can get in. When you have a school with 2,000+ kids, that's not a lot. This year, I made it to callbacks. So, on Thursday, I found myself in the choir room singing for my choir teacher and most of the current Chamber members. I also happened to be standing next to a gorgeous, but short, girl. My teacher loves it when I'm next to short people, and of course she had to point us out to everyone in the room. I'm not sure who was more embarrassed--me or the poor girl next to me. Fortunately we got over it and decided to be friends. After I sang and made a complete fool of myself, my teacher excused us all to go home.

Now, apparently there's a tradition that if you make Chamber Choir, you're kidnapped the next morning by current Chamber members and taken to breakfast. I knew about this, so that night I began to frantically clean my room. My parents stopped me, however, and informed me that I had not made it into Chamber. They told me that my neighbor's parents had received a call soon after callbacks informing them that their son had made it. One of my best friend's parents had also gotten a call--but my parents had not. I cried on my dad's arm for about an hour and tried to figure out what else to do with my life. In the middle of a discussion about my writing talent, which was frequently interrupted by my sobs and hiccups, the phone rang. My mom answered, and a girl's voice informed her that I had made it into Chamber. (My parents have since decided that their parenting skills need some fine tuning. I told them they should just count the entire experience as an early--and successful--April Fool's joke.)

The next morning, a few girls from Chamber kidnapped me, and, to my delight, when we got to the breakfast, I found out that some of my dearest friends had made it as well--including my new short friend! Needless to say, I'm pretty excited. It was a strange twenty four hours filled with awkwardness, unnecessary sadness, and lots of partying!

Well, thanks for reading and celebrating with me, and I hope you'll come back soon!