My high school choir teacher passed away last week. From what I understand, she had a heart attack while teaching the Advanced Choir class. She was fairly young, but then again it was more than ten years ago that I had regular contact with her. This is sad, sad, sad. She was a very caring and helpful teacher and individual.
When I was auditioning for college, she helped me record a solo vocal performance to show my “versatility” — my main instrument was clarinet, not voice — and she remained very kind about the performance even though I most likely sucked.
My mother always remarked the teacher had crazy outfits for the concerts she conducted, and she looked like Glinda, the Good Witch of the North.
I’ll go to the viewing tomorrow night.
I remember after one of the concerts, she had given us a quiz, and I had written in the corner, “Did you get your glass slippers?” but then decided to cross it out. She apparently was still able to read it, because when she gave me back the quiz, she had written, “No, they didn’t have my size.” 🙂