Choir Update

No, they haven't kicked me out yet. And no, I still can't really explain why exactly I'm there in the first place. At rehearsal last night, one of the movements we were going over included a line that started out with "wretched lovers." In true Freudian fashion, when he wanted to hear the tenors (consisting of myself, a guy as lost as I was, and one true tenor probably kicking himself for getting tossed in with us clowns), Maestro called out, "okay, let's hear our wretched tenors." Coming right up, sir. At one point, when the sops or altos were going over their parts, I couldn't help but look around the room and notice that I was one of five guys in a room of about 43 girls (yes, I did a quick head count). That should come as little surprise, however, in a school consisting of about 2,100 girls and 400 guys. Maybe I have a future in the Mary I choir afterall.