posted on: Thursday September 1, 2016
by Marisa Gonzalez ’18
“Ok Kimmy. You can do this. Just go up to the big, scary tables with the intimating people. No problem. Just breathe. You can totally do this!” I muttered to myself as I stared at the massive sea of people roaming around tables like sharks looking for their next kill. When a towering poster board caught the attention of one of the roaming students, the person standing next to it plastered a welcoming smile onto his face. Another unsuspecting student was captured by the bold, colorful letters painted across the board. I would soon be one of these students, or so my mother wanted me to be.
It is my freshman year of college and as I left home, my mother left me with some parting advice, “Now Kimberly, college is a huge milestone. You are all grown up now and you are on your own. Don’t be stupid. Be the bright woman I know you to be. Don’t make me disappointed. Go out there and show Newton College who you are. That being said, don’t show them too much. I don’t want you to bring home a jerk. A good way to get yourself out into the college scene is to join clubs. So please if you want your dear, old mother to be proud remember two things: don’t bring home a jerk and join clubs. Love ya hon. Bye.”
Ok, so I only had to do two things to make my mother proud. No pressure right? Nope! As soon as I walked into the sea of eager sharks, pressure began to build inside of me. It’s difficult to join a club when every single club I have joined in middle and high school ended up being a disaster. It also didn’t help that I generally didn’t like to talk to people. I tried to stop walking. I really did, but my stupid feet were going on their own. They led me to a poster board covered in sparkles and pink pom-poms. Cheerleading club. Definitely not something for me to try. In high school I attempted to branch out and auditioned for marching band. I was pretty good at the flute and figured I needed the exercise. During the audition I had to follow a line of marchers while having my upper body facing the right. I had no idea where I was going and ended up crashing into the marcher next to me. Soon the field was littered with fallen marchers and smashed flutes.
My feet then brought me to Drama Club. In middle school I auditioned for Waiting for Godot. I was quickly a laughing stock when I mispronounced “Godot.” After that the director made me the tree. So I quickly passed the Drama Club. I really wanted to stay a human. After wandering around the sharks and welcoming smiles, my feet stopped at a board that read: “Stargazers: Always Looking Toward Greatness!” “Yes!” I thought, “I could totally do an astronomy club.” I quickly signed up. Big mistake. You see, at events such as the club fair, it is imperative to read the whole poster board before signing up. When I was about to put down the pen a manicured hand stopped me.
“What is your vocal range?”
“Vocal range, you know singing.”
Oops. I lifted my head up to find emerald eyes staring back at me. “Umm.” Real eloquent.
A chuckle interrupted my stammering; “I am Pauline. I’m the president of this A cappella group.” A cappella! Oh poop. “Ok, so you seem to not know your range. That’s ok. You signed up so you have to come to the first meeting. It’s on Friday at 4 p.m. See ya then.” Pauline’s eyes were quite piercing. If I did not come to the meeting, I was pretty sure she would find me and feed me to the sharks.
And that is how I ended up auditioning for an A cappella group. The audition took place in the gym. All the hopefuls stood in a circle. Pauline stood in the center. Her voice was very commanding. “Ok newbies. Please sing your names and tell me why you want to join this club.”
One by one, the hopefuls sang his or her name and explained why they signed up. I was doomed. What was I going to say? Hi. I signed up because Pauline’s eyes saw into my soul? Um no. Oh and I can’t sing. My panicking was interrupted by a beautiful tenor. It bellowed “Ross.” I was blown away. Ross seems like such a tough name but this guy managed to make it sound like an angel’s. I swear birds flew by as his name was sung. Now I was super doomed.
Suddenly it was my turn. I cleared my throat and squawked out “Kimberly.” Millions of birds fell out of the sky.
Pauline was quite taken a back. “Wow. Ok. So that was interesting. But sadly, this group is not looking for interesting. We are looking for good so I am sorry but you did not make it.”
“Maybe I can try a different pitch.”
“No. To be fair to everyone else you only get one shot.” Well, that sucked. I buzzed my lips in annoyance. This also shocked Pauline, but in a good way.
“Whoa! Was that you? That was way better than your singing.”
“You totally sounded like a trumpet and that could give us an edge in competitions. So I know I told you to leave but we could use your unique ability so, um, you’re in.”
Ok, weird turn of events. But I accepted. And you know what? I had a fun time. After Pauline accepted me into Stargazers, I realized that one didn’t have to change him or herself to fit into a club. A person just had to believe in their true self and greatness will shine through. It may seem tough but it worked for me. I buzzed my lips to greatness and led the Stargazers to a first time Nationals gold.