So it's done. And to be honest, once we got to the concerts it barely felt like work (except for my efforts to prevent me from yawning, for those of you who saw me in theaters today). But as I've probably said before, I hate the mass choir rehearsals and all that extra prep we have to do, but it pays off immensely during the performances.
So that's 16 out of 16 (or 20 out of 20, including the dress rehearsals). To break it down further, that's four with Viking, eight with Chapel Choir, and four with Cantorei (or 5, 10, and 5 respectively, see previous parentheticals). Done. I will never have to be cramped up in the creaky wooden bleachers with 500 other singers, maneuver between said bleachers and the main floor while pretending to mouth the processional and recessional hymns' words that I sort of know, or contend with cameras potentially looking right at me (the last one was this year only). But I will probably also never again sing in a mass choir this good. I mean, you're talking five of the best college choirs, and one of the best college orchestras in the nation (yes, I am biased). You're talking five awesome choir directors, all of whom (except Armstrong) I have either taken a class with, or had as a substitute prof. And since quite a few of my remaining college friends are in at least one of these ensembles, it marks the last time we're all performing together, possibly for the rest of our lives.
So then, why make a big deal about it in this post? I figure you might assume senior moment, but honestly I wouldn't call it that. Yet, anyway. I still have another semester of school, and a choir tour in April to look forward to. But I couldn't help but scan the room during the applause to see if anyone from my year was tearing up (there were a couple).
Back to the grind.