I sang in a 70-voice girls’ choir from about nine to twelve-ish. We worked hard and gave good performances. We had a couple different instructors during that time, but the one I remember most vividly was Mrs. F. Mrs. F was short with close-cropped black hair and glasses, and she was not to be messed with. She was tough and biting and witty. She made us stand for prolonged periods of time (which resulted in a couple of fainting episodes—possibly why... Read more