Music to my ears?


Posted on October 13th, by Shelby Wilder in Shelby Wilder. No Comments

I’ve been involved in choirs for as long as I can remember, but none of that prepared me for the challenge of coming into a choir in college. Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in high school choir anymore…

The thought of college choir being scary never crossed my mind before moving into Findlay for my freshman year. I was slightly terrified I would get lost on my way to my classes, or have to eat by myself in the dining hall, but why would something that I had been so immersed in my entire life be scary?

My first experience with the University of Findlay’s Choir consisted of me having to audition in front of my new choir professor, whom I had never met before. Though I’ve sung in front of people for years, singing in front of someone for the first time is always pretty scary. Not to mention SeaHwa Jung, D.M.A., was my first ever male choir professor/teacher, which was something different and seemed a little more intimidating.

After I survived my audition, I figured it would be smooth sailing from there. I was wrong. My first day of Concert Chorale class was a whirlwind of new experiences and craziness. The warm ups were all different than the ones we did in high school. I didn’t stand on the same side of the room as I used to and we sat on chairs instead of lounging on risers. I quickly got to meet a ton of new people by being placed next to them to sing, and it wasn’t long before learned a few things about the way Dr. Jung directed choir, which was quite different from my high school choir director. The greatest difference and most intimidating part of that first practice was the music. I was used to sight reading a piece of music as soon as we got it, but nothing of this caliber. It basically felt like Dr. Jung was shoving us off a dock without a life preserver and telling us to swim. There was a minute where I really thought maybe I wasn’t cut out for this choir thing anymore.

Luckily, after a bit of a learning curve, I began to love the new warm ups and where I stood to sing. Even more, I learned to take a breath and focus better on the notes while sight reading. Becoming a member of the auditioned choir, University Singers, helped this even further and I’ve been able to learn a ton from both of my choir classes.

What’s even more incredible is the fact that I get to be a part of these awesome groups. Often, larger universities don’t allow non-music majors to be members of performing music groups. I’m luck to be part of two! In fact, there’s not one music major in either of our choirs. It’s such an unbelievable opportunity that students at UF are encouraged to continue to pursue their extra-curricular passions beyond high school, regardless of their majors.

Being a member in both UF’s Concert Chorale and University Singers is such a blessing! After a crazy day of classes, I love getting to go and sing with some amazing people. Not to mention, I feel that I’ve already gained a lot of knowledge from these three semesters of singing under Dr. Jung’s direction, and I can’t wait to keep improving! There’s no way I could make it through these insane days without music in my life.UF Concert Chorale





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