Singing the Glee Club Blues...

Glee club.

The epitome of my demise.

Ok, I suppose I'm being a tad bit dramatic....which I know is hard to believe. Me? Dramatic? Not a chance.

I am a part of the women's glee club here at UNC Chapel Hill. We meet every Monday and Wednesday from 5:15-6:45pm.

Glee club is supposed to be my relaxation time. It's supposed to be a time where I can go and sing and enjoy the company of my friends.

Sadly, that's not how glee club is at all.

Glee club is...well...how do I say this?

Stressful. Unhappy. Miserable.

Now, don't get me wrong. I enjoy glee club. I hate having to go to glee club, but once I'm there I enjoy myself enough. The women in glee club are some of the most amazing friends I've met on campus. I also love to sing and this is my chance to go and belt out as loud as I want without any hesitation (except when the music is marked piano of course!)

However - with the perks come the tragic moments...most of these tragic moments are headed by our conductor.

She is a killer of all things joyful.

Any fun you try to have during class is shut down immediately. FOCUS FOCUS FOCUS! SING THE MUSIC NOW! MEMORIZE! ORDERS ORDERS ORDERS!

I am all for learning music correctly, singing beautifully, and all things leading to our concert at the end of the semester...but sometimes you have to let people enjoy themselves. I mean, it is called GLEE club - which is pretty much the equivalent of happy club. I am more likely to remember music that I enjoy singing than music that is miserable to even think about

Sadly, our conductor doesn't see things that way.

I understand there has to be order in the classroom. I understand there has to be some focus and control at moments to really get the music down accurately and to shape and morph the music into something beautiful.

I have been in choruses since I was 7 years old. I understand how they work.

There is no happy medium in our classroom. There is no work hard, play harder (or play hard, work harder if you're into that).

Glee is a dictatorship. And our conductor is the boss.
What she says goes...and sadly, fun does not go.