School Concert
Last night, Ana sang in her first school chorus concert. We’re a little uncertain as to whether or not it will be her last. She’s not to sure she likes the teacher, and, from what I’ve heard, I’m not sure I like him either. We’ll see how she feels about it in the fall.
I was in band and chorus up until junior high school when I had to choose one or the other and chose band. My instrument was the clarinet. Fortunately for my parents, I never practiced around the house a whole lot. I managed to squeak by in class somehow. I’m sure my teachers never noticed…really.
This was an interesting concert as the band teacher actually played an instrument with his students. When it was the “orchestra’s” turn to play, he picked up a violin and accompanied them. I guess there weren’t enough violins, or they needed a strong player to follow. It happened when the horns played by themselves except that Mr. Band teacher played a trumpet this time. No one seemed to think that this was strange, It must happen every year.
The chorus did an admirable job as well. We were in a huge auditorium so it was a little hard to hear, but they followed their teacher’s direction and sang well. I give anyone credit who choses to work musically with squirmy elementary aged students. It must take a stout heart!!
There was a gentleman in the audience who was a very active supporter of all the musical performance. He clapped loudest, longest and added a few vocalizations to his support. I couldn’t help thinking that he must be the favorite uncle or grandpa in that family…the one who tells you you’re beautiful even when your a 14 year old spotty and slightly chubby kid. Thank God for these angels in our lives. He made my day last night!
At any rate, the kids did do a good job. I am also very thankful for my parents and all the concerts they sat through when I was growing up. Hopefully by the time I was in junior high, the quality of the performances had improved. Still, they had to get me there and now that I am entering the Mom’s taxi service years of parenthood, I am ever more thankful for my parents and all they endured in raising me.
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Reader Comments (1)
Congratulations to Anna, and what wonderful and vivid descriptions; and, yes, thanks be to God for encouraging people such as the gentleman you mentioned.