Word had spread fairly quickly in the music department (my second home) that something was wrong but a lot of people did not know the specifics. As I rode my bike to school that first day back, I began to get nervous that everyone was going to ask a lot of questions, but I hadn't anticipated that no one would say anything at all. I sat through all of my classes in a daze. My entire world had been flipped upside down..and no one seemed to notice. It wasn't as if I was looking for sympathy or attention, I guess I was just surprised that the change that seemed so real and so tangible to me, was still hidden deep within my skull. My diagnosis was not written across my forehead in all caps.
The weeks after that first appointment are a blur. I was glad to be back at school because the following Thursday and Friday I performed in a choir concert and a jazz combo concert. Some people might see them as a source of stress but those concerts were an amazing outlet for me. I was barely able to sing "Cast Thy Burden" from Mendelssohn's Elijah, but the lyrics, which are based on Psalms 55:22 and 16:8, brought me great peace.
Also, it provided a great excuse to spend almost an entire day smooching the love of my life...It's cheesy...but it's true!
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