Showing posts with label Alec. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alec. Show all posts

Friday, May 21, 2021

Thank you, Asia "Alec's Choral Music Journey" (10 days until Green Bay)

Alec has been a singer since grade school.  When we lived in Korea, he joined the after school choir with Ms. Roskens.  She was an amazing director who made music fun while putting on a high quality concert in which the students followed hand signals to know precisely when to stand, sit, or move on and off the stage.  One year they needed an accompanist, so Alec told her I played piano.  The next thing I knew I was practicing piano music again and playing for their rehearsals!  Ah, good times!

Upon moving to Hong Kong (Alec was now in 5th grade), all of the students had music class.  His new director, also chose amazing meaningful and fun music for the kids to perform.  

By middle school, Alec was truly in love with singing.  He was getting really good at it, too.  Ms. Bechdolt taught the students how to beatbox and move their bodies, smile, and sing in several languages.  Alec and three girls formed a quartet and tried out for a spotlight in one of the concerts.  They sang a Pentatonix Christmas song and, at the last minute, included the complicated clapping patterns.  Excellent!  


As an eighth grader under Ms. Meininger's direction, his quartet sang "You Will Be Found" and literally brought tears to my eyes with their tight harmonies and sappy lyrics.  At the same concert, Alec was one of three boys who sang the solo parts for "My Shot" from Hamilton. (Click here to view.) I was incredibly proud of his courage and execution.  That year, too, he attended AMIS music festival in Thailand, where he sang with middle school students from all over Asia. 

In high school, Alec began as a freshman in the Men's Choir where, under Mr. Udall's direction, they were the choir with the reputation for the most fun, show-stopping songs like "Johnny Schmoker".  They both would execute well and demonstrate showmanship as they stood in a semi-circle downstage rather than use the risers.  

Alec's sophomore year he made the auditioned Madrigal Singers, HKIS's top choir.  They had been invited to sing at Carnegie Hall in March! Unfortunately, a schedule change made it impossible for Alec to join.  This, of course, was a grave disappointment for him - and his parents - as he would miss out both on the experience of the top choir AND a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to sing at Carnegie Hall.  It turned out Mr. Udall STILL wanted and needed him.  So, while he continued singing with the Men's Choir a second year, he also prepared on his own to sing at Carnegie Hall. 

Well, you may recall this thing happened right about March 2020. . . Covid-19 shut down EVERYTHING, including Carnegie Hall.  And so a different life experience unfolded - learning to live with disappointment. 

This year, Alec's junior year, he made it into Madrigal Singers!  Ms. Hausman took over the program.  They had a rocky start to the year due to Covid-19 and spent the first seven weeks on Zoom.  But eventually, everyone was together again and able to practice properly (behind masks, of course).  Again, he found himself as a soloist for the choral version of "You Will Be Found."

Last night was the final choir concert of the year at HKIS.  I was truly blown away by the quality of the program which included a cappella music, music accompanied by a string quartet, and lyrics in at least three languages (English, Latin, Afrikaans). Again, I was terribly proud of Alec who had a substantial solo in "Tshotsholoza".   Ms. Hausman resurrected a choral tradition that had been interrupted by Covid, the closing of the final concert with "The Irish Blessing".   Not a time passes that Brent and I don't tear up with that one.

Through all the years, you may be surprised to know that the students always have the music memorized.  I know that through my high school and college years, I always had a music folder in hand.  Not these kids!  

What a true blessing to witness Alec's opportunities and growth these past nine years in the choral programs at KIS and HKIS.  Thank you!







Friday, July 10, 2015

Kid stories OR Cookies and the bathtub

As always, having kids can mean heartwarming moments and hair pulling moments.  I've got one of each to share.

First, the heartwarming one.

My fifth grader and I made sugar cookies recently.  He enjoys baking sometimes and was thrilled when there were enough cookies to share with his classmate.  "Mom, can I take cookies to school for my classmates?"  Me: Sure.  Just check with your teacher.  Him: I know!  I could pack little cookie snacks for our class walk-about in two days.  Me: Perfect!  My son proceeded to package ziplock bags of three cookies each and each labeled with the student group names for the walk-about.  He did this all on his own without any help from me.  He put all the bags into his backpack for the next day.  I was so proud of him.

Upon returning from school the next day I inquired about how his classmates enjoyed the cookies.  With just a hint of a downcast face he said, "I never gave them to them."  "Why?"  "Because they all got crushed in my backpack."  And with that, he took out the Ziplocks.  Oh!  Such a sad, sad sight, all those crumbs.  I felt so bad!  He was so thoughtful and giving and spent time and care preparing the snack packs, all to no avail.  But he didn't seem too phased, he shrugged, sat down on the couch and logged onto his computer to play a game.

I was very proud of my thoughtful, independent, kind son that day.

Second, the hair-pulling one.

So, my daughter decided that her passion project for school would be to create an auquaponics system similar to one her science class had made last year.  Over the course of several weeks we collected all the needed components like a plastic bin, gold fish, clay beads, net pots, styrofoam slab and plants. The day came for her assemble it all.  I happened to step out when she decided to move forward with the potting the plants phases.  This happened to involve removing the plants from soil pots to replant them in the clay beads. Sounds easy enough and logical enough, but to a thirteen year old brain. . . Not so much.  Her logic told her to loosen the roots from the soil by soaking them in water. . . In the bathtub!

I arrived home to a tornadic disaster in her bathroom which involved a gazillion little styrofoam beads and potting soil over everything.  But the best moment was when I pulled back the shower curtain (mom, we have a little problem).  The bathtub was full of black water deep enough for a luxurious mud bath.  That was the point where she handed me the drain stopper with, "For some reason it's not draining."

(Deep breath.  Count to ten.) 

What are you thinking, Mom?  Say something.

These are going to be the most expensive green peppers I have ever eaten.   Okay,  let's get a pail and you can start bailing over the balcony.

And that's what she did.

Two hours, sixty trips to the balcony,and a gallon of liquid plumber later the bathroom was good as new.


Repotting 101:  don't soak roots in the bathtub to remove soil.