I took a year of Voice Performance in University. The summer after, I was fortunate enough to be chosen as the Saskatchewan soprano for the National Youth Choir. I recognized at the time that NYC was the single most important, most worthwhile, most lifechanging event I had ever participated in, and I felt that it set me in my musical life course. I prepared to return to classes in the fall with no doubt in my mind.
Three days before classes were to begin, I was at the University volunteering for First Year Orientation. After I had given my tour for the day, I wandered over to my college, asked to speak with the adviser... and then and there I formulated and carried out a plan to switch faculties, change classes, exit music and enter English. I can't remember, now, if I had had any premeditations on the idea beyond a few days prior to that day.
I mention this because it seems very fitting that I should now be doing almost the very opposite procedure, if not in fact at least in spirit.
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Such is life. You know that wooden bench on Mom and Dad's patio that Cameron Kach made? He's finally going into woodworking. And after deciding to go through engineering because there's no money in singing, I'm going to be making more money teaching voice.
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