One day during the final week of eighth grade, there was an announcement: “Any eight-grader wishing to sign up for high school choir will be dismissed from last period to do so. That is all.”
The guy sitting next to me poked me.
“I don’t want to join choir.”
“No, we get out of 7th period, sign up and the goof off the rest of the time. Just drop the class during summer before we get our schedules.”
Hey, not a bad idea. I never missed a chance to goof off and quite frankly was very impressed at how quickly this guy could come up with a “plan.” I don’t remember which federal penitentiary he’s in now.
Well, flash forward to the week before high school starts and I get my schedule. CRAP !!! I didn’t drop the class!!
Well, first day of school I make a beeline to the Vice Principal’s office and I tell him that I don’t want this class. He said “Fine”, and handed me a form and said, “Have the choir director sign this and we’ll get you another 1st period class.”
So off I bounded with my get out of jail free card up the stairs to the choir room and when I entered: The room was full of high school WOMEN, not Jr. high girls, WOMEN!!!!
Holy Crap !!! Even with the accelerating loss of blood to my brain I was able to do the quick math and figured the chick to dude ratio was about 8 to 1. WOW!!!
I crumpled up my transfer sheet, tossed it in the garbage and took my place on the riser.
As an uber insecure, painfully extreme introvert, choir was heaven for me!! It forced be to be around WOMEN and to interact wit them and I had a lot of opportunities that I otherwise would not have had if I wasn’t in choir. It was my sophomore year in choir that I met my first girlfriend. If I hadn’t been in choir and if she hadn’t been so forward, I probably wouldn’t have had a girlfriend for many more years!
My first girlfriend was a redhead and that was something that has had a lasting affect on me.
I both thank her and curse her.