tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056516915392913431.post6435537724190668211..comments2023-10-21T05:09:27.355-04:00Comments on a second chance: uncle jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01879341171634900790noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056516915392913431.post-60987019003640223852008-02-26T13:52:00.000-05:002008-02-26T13:52:00.000-05:00The other Emily and I both uttered a sympathetic "...The other Emily and I both uttered a sympathetic "awww." What a mean nun! We are glad you aren't permanently scarred. I'm SO glad I was in public school. I got an excellent education, and no mean nuns! Not that they're all mean, of course. But boy have I heard stories. Plus, no mandatory Mass during the school week.<BR/><BR/>I absolutely love the Requiems of Faure and Mozart. Give them a listen sometime. Mozart's especially is so haunting.Buddhist, RNhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09777947611604831806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056516915392913431.post-61984496178126131482008-02-26T07:03:00.000-05:002008-02-26T07:03:00.000-05:00and i finally ended as an 'almost' tenor.and i finally ended as an 'almost' tenor.uncle jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01879341171634900790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056516915392913431.post-61933980999130010362008-02-26T00:36:00.000-05:002008-02-26T00:36:00.000-05:00I loved singing in the 8th grade choir. We did fu...I loved singing in the 8th grade choir. We did funerals, too.<BR/><BR/>I was real bad at sticking to my alto part (I was already well on my way to my present contralto status). I would sing whatever part was dominent. Finally, Sister just stuck me in the front and told me to sing whatever I wanted. That way I couldn't throw off the rest of the alto's.Adriennehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01562944653624224107noreply@blogger.com