I remember the first time I stepped into the choir room in high school. It was one of the biggest rooms I’ve ever seen in a school, mostly for how sparsely it was decorated. I remember doing scales and verbal warmups and our teacher throwing a music stand across the room. I remember, more than anything, though, how my voice in that room started so small and quiet. I remember my last day in that room when I shook the walls. I didn’t necessarily sound great, but those walls will remember me just as I remember them: proudly.