● High School: Center School
● Post Graduation Plans: University of San Francisco
● Course of Study: Psychology
When I was a kid, I wanted nothing more than to sing and be seen; I saw the girls on TV
dancing in the bright lights with sparkly dresses and I wanted to be just like them. When my
parents asked me if I wanted to join choir at the big age of five, I said yes without a second
thought. Never in my life did I expect that little hobby to become my second home and family.
I’ve been singing in SGC since as long as I can remember; from the Coffee song in Piccolini to
Full Many a Glorious Morning in Prime Voci, it’s always been my place.
If there is one thing I take from my 12 years at SGC, walking into the lobby of VPC every week,
it’s that the people make the experience. I’ve known these girls my entire educational career; I
light up whenever they enter the room. If I hadn’t found family in every single person I’ve come
to know in choir, I couldn’t be who I am today, and I certainly wouldn’t be tearing up every time
we sing a concert in PV. I can easily say I don’t come to choir because I love sight singing
Hildegard, I come to choir because of the laughter I share with my friends, the mouthed words
from across the room, even the silent embarrassment when I get caught talking to my seat
neighbor. The people create the environment; when you love the people, you love the
environment.
Then there’s tour; the adventures we look forward to from the moment they are announced.
When I was in Vivissimi (the choir I now proudly call myself TA of), I heard the ‘big girls’ were
going on tour to Wales for a singing competition and for six and a half years I told everyone I
would be going to Wales with my choir someday. When Sarra told us freshman year, her first
year as artistic director, that we would be going to Wales and London for tour the next year, I
almost cried. The dream I had cherished for years was finally coming true, and I was going to
cherish every moment. I sang the best I had sung in my life until that point, and I could feel all
my friends were feeling the same way, like we were becoming better together every day of that
trip.
As I grow older and find myself in a new life, SGC will remain my second home. The girls I’ve
grown to cherish will stay my family, and the art I’ve learned from Sarra and Lauren in my high
school years will guide me wherever I end up. I’m incredibly grateful that I’ve been lucky enough
to be a TA for multiple groups of young girls in the organization, blessed to be a youth rep on the
board, and fortunate enough to sing and record music with both Prime Voci and Sorella. In my
final days as a PV chorister, I get to go abroad yet again on another adventure with the people I
love by my side, and I get to proudly watch my fellow seniors part ways on their next step.
I could’ve written about how we didn’t place in any of the categories we competed in during our
time in Wales, or how we all collectively almost quit during the pandemic, I could’ve even talked
about how often I complained and lost my voice, but in the end, I won’t remember those things.
As I grow older, I’ll remember how lucky my childhood was to spend it singing with girls I love,
making inside jokes to fill the time, and counting down the days until I can see them again. If
little me could see what would become of her absentminded response to joining choir, I know
she would be proud of who the Seattle Girls Choir made her.