“Oh try out for choir!” “Yeah, you’ll deff make it!” Was all I heard my sophmore year, so I went for it. Naturally I tried out and made the choir I didn’t want and my friends were also shocked. “Oh well, I’ll live with it I thought.” So I went through it for a year, with none of my friends and making some new ones along the way. It wasn’t what I wanted but I enjoyed it anyway. By the end of my junior year, tryouts came around again. Apparently I sounded the best I had ever sounded, but was that good enough….of course not. Somehow in my year of improvement, I had managed to make it from a select Jazz Choir to Mixed Chorus. FML. And to the lame excuse I got from the director, I quit. That’s right, for once I made my own choice… go me! Looks like I’m a solo act now…
