
Driving home from school after our first choir practice of the year, I called my mom to tell her how wonderfully it had gone, thrilled that our first practice had been a success. I bragged that I now had 40 students in choir, that they’d already sounded great on the first day, and that I was already looking at choir t-shirt designs when my mom interrupted.
“You know,” she said, almost laughing, “high school you would really be shocked to hear this right now. Appalled almost.”