<p>Since I'm a senior and gearing up for college auditions this year, I've been in a habit of reading various music major threads. For vocal performance majors, there is one phrase that is repeated over and over again: "The school is always less important than the TEACHER!" I have to say that initally I pushed this notion aside and was definitely drawn to the well-known, exclusive, private music schools that all singers dream of going to. I mean, hey! These schools are famous for a reason. There's gotta be some good teachers there. I just want to get in. BAD MIND SET. I realized my stupidity quickly because I, of all people, should know what it's like to get stuck with a teacher that just doesn't fit...</p>
<p>Let's take a flashback to my freshman year of high school. This was my first year in choir, and I decided to start taking private voice lessons. At the high school I was attending, getting a voice teacher worked like this: You turn in a form that says "Yes! I would like to take voice lessons!" Then during class, the choir director listens to you sing. Afterwards, she assigns you a teacher. I got Ms. X. </p>
<p>At first, I had no real problem with Ms. X. She was an ok teacher, although she liked to talk during lessons. Unfortunately, talking became kind of a problem. She would spend ten to fifteen minutes talking about how wonderfully her son could sing or how awful her ex-husband was. My lesson was only 30 minutes. This went on for about two weeks before I finally got tired of it and told my mother, who called Ms. X and requested that she not talk through half the lesson because we were still paying for a full one. </p>
<p>After that, I still didn't switch teachers. We figured we had the problem sorted out and we'd give it another shot. But then she started missing lessons. And frequently. She was supposed to come in once a week during my choir period, but I would be lucky if I got a lesson every two weeks. This went on the entire year. She was often "sick" or she "just had something come up at the last minute". Needless to say, making the region choir my freshman year had very little to do with her. Then, near the end of the year, she organized a recital with all the kids in her studio. The first thing I noticed is that she has 10 year old girls singing Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston ballads. Yes, Ms. X didn't believe in classical recitals; her students sang pop songs. And often, they were NOT well-sung. Screeching, off-pitch "belting", and just straight up shouting were not uncommon and looked upon as artistic interpretation.</p>
<p>Any normal person would say, "OK, you switched voice teachers then, right?" Wrong. The last half of the year was actually fantastic for me. I sang in the talent show and gave what I still consider some of my best performances. My choir directors and peers really respected me after that. So, I stayed with Ms. X. </p>
<p>At this point, the school district I am in grew so much that a new high school had to be built and that is where I started going my sophmore year. Ms. X gave lessons to me and another one of my friends there. Again, her "attendance" was less than satisfactory. Missing lessons, sometimes without even calling or texting me to let know she wouldn't be coming, became commonplace. But I had yet another great experience that kept me from dropping her: I made the All State Choir. I know this doesn't count much when applying for colleges, but for me, it's a big deal. Getting to perform with awesome singers and an incredible director is a memory I cherish. There was one thing that slightly diminished by happy outlook. I made 10th chair. This is the very last chair, the oh-my-sweet-christ-i-almost-didn't-make-it chair. I had really hoped to perform better, but complaining about making the All State Choir as an underclassmen would have made me look like a (and pardon my French) whiney *****.</p>
<p>It's at this point in the year, that I started thinking about what kinds of colleges I wanted to apply to. Naturally, the major conservatories crossed my mind. I figured if I wanted to get in there, I should probably beef up my musical resume. So, at a voice lesson in mid-April, I asked her, "Do you know of any singing competitions? Or a program that would look really good on my resume if I got into it. Because I'm thinking about applying to some more competitive colleges." She asked, "Which colleges?" And I replied, "I think Eastman would be incredible if I got into it." She stared at me like I was crazy and then said something like, "Well, uh, I'm not, uhh, sure..." We finished the lesson and I went home with a broken heart.</p>
<p>At the end of my sophmore year, we have yet another painful "recital". This one was the worst of the two. She convinced me to sing "And I Am Tellin' You" from Dreamgirls. When she first suggested it, I was like "I don't know if I can handle that..." And she assured me that it was definitely in my range. Given, I am primarily a jazz/R&B singer (but I'm studying opera, go figure), but at 16 I was absolutely NOT READY to sing that song. The next day, she had my friend (who sang "Listen" from Dreamgirls) perform the song for me. My friend is a talented young woman, but again this song was too big for her voice. Her performance was (and I'm sorry) dismal. Her pitch was all over the place, and she screeched her way through it. But Ms. X praised her nonstop for her dramatic stage presence and "powerful" vocals. At the recital, I sounded like crap, as did most of her other students. Not that they were bad singers, they just had a bad voice teacher.</p>
<p>Now we reach junior year, and she still didn't come to lessons regularly. When she did, on the off-chance, decide to show up, my technique still wasn't being refined, I was singing the same pieces over and over with my no real advice on how to enhance them, and I really and truly wasn't learning anything from her. This in combination with the fact that I was balancing learning the All State music, swim team, and the school musical led to a very stressed out and unprepared Liz when it came for All State auditions. I (just barely!!!) made 10th chair. AGAIN. I spoke to my choir director later on, who told that after the singing portion of the audition I was sitting at 11th chair. But my sight reading (which I had worked on with my choir director, not Ms. X) was what saved me. It had been so precise that day that it pulled my score back up to 10th chair. Thankfully, I was able to have another great All State experience. </p>
<p>After I came home dejected about making 10th chair (again!), my mom sat me down and we talked about my audition and my lessons this year. She said, "Do you think Ms. X has really helped you this year at all?" And I, of course, replied with a very sour "NO".</p>
<p>So I switched teachers then, right? RIGHT?!?! Yes, right. I talked to my choir director, who set me up with an AMAZING new voice teacher, Mr. S. I learned more in two and a half months with him than I did in two and a half years with Ms. X. I am still taking lessons with him and we are preparing for college auditions. I have never been (vocally) happier!</p>
<p>And just for the record, he told me "Getting into whichever college won't be a problem for you. It's really all about how much you're willing to pay." His students don't screech during recitals and there are several who have recieved scholarships from notable music programs. One ex-student won the semi-finals for the Met auditions for his region. I think Mr. S's opinion is probably the one worth listening to. :']</p>
<p>So, moral of the story is find the right teacher. Find someone you really connect with and who you can learn a lot from. Otherwise you will end singing Dreamgirls songs and feeling ashamed that you ever dared to dream of going to that fantasy school. Hey, it's what happened to me.</p>