Sophomore Year: The Phantom Of The Opera

In the beginning of my Sophomore year, I had no idea how much my musical life was going to change. Since middle school I've always worked hard by practicing music and memorizing scripts. But in sixth and seventh grade I was met with the disappointment of not making the cut. Then in eighth grade I made the chorus. High school rolled around and there were no cuts, so I auditioned and made it in the chorus. Sophomore year came and it was the day the list for The Phantom of the Opera was going up. I was very excited getting ready for school until my mom called me. Early that morning my sister was rushed to the hospital with unbearable head pain. I had no idea this happened because I was asleep and no one woke me up. I was a mess that day. I was

Many scenarios were going through my head that all I wanted was some good news. I waited patiently for a spot to open so I could read the list and find my name. I looked through the chorus list, no name. Then I looked on the leads and supporting list. I was casted as an understudy for the lead role of Christine. Overcome with emotion, I began to cry. It was the first time in my life where all the hard work paid off. Sure I was not going to do any of the shows or a lot in big rehearsals but I did the same amount of work and more. I learned that role, the choir parts, learned to be a ballet dancer and even other characters like Meg and Carlotta because they needed to miss rehearsals for District Choir. It was the first time that someone took a chance on me. I am forever grateful to my directors because it made me realize that hardwork does pay off. I had the biggest surge of confidence and power that I knew that this was something I could never give up. Now almost two years later, I've made it into advanced choir and was casted as a lead in last spring's production of the Music Man. This year I looked forward to another round of nerve wracking auditions in

When I was younger, around five or six my parents took the family on a camping trip upstate. I would fall for no reason. I would walk and trip on a pebble or trip over a tent and even a fire pit. I had good vision and was well aware of my surroundings but that didn't stop me. Apparently every time I would fall I would simply get back up and say ¨I´m okay¨. This unfortunate lack of coordination has caused for some very memorable vacations. One example was that I was walking on some huge boulders in Maine around when I was seven or eight and I slipped on a dry rock and fell into a hole. Though giving my parents a heart attack, my sister found it extremely funny. Luckily I made it up until eighth grade without any serious injuries, but I knew it was going to happen someday. Then came that day. It was a beautiful afternoon. I was helping set up decorations for the very first spring formal at Indian Valley in many years. While standing on the bar of the cafeteria tables along the floor I went to hang a set of streamers and slipped off that bar and felt an extreme pop in my leg. I immediately sat down and I was like ¨Okay it's probably just from not stretching¨. I stood up and fell back down. I tried walking and was overcome with pain. My best friend Mackenzie was with me and she helped me walk back to my homeroom to get my phone to call my mom. There was no way for me to walk, I was in too much pain. After I grabbed my