Just like Mean Girls’ Cady Heron, I thought I had a chronic case of word vomit. The words I actually wanted to say never left my mouth. Instead, I opened my lips and my socially awkward brain started talking. When I was young, I was teased for being too weird, or too nice, or too naïve. I was ten, when a family friend introduced me to New Jersey Youth Chorus (NJYC). I auditioned and was elated when I was accepted into the beginner chorister group. For the first time in my life, I felt like I could be myself in a public setting. I didn’t have to worry about the clothes I wore, or if I had to style my hair just right in order to be accepted by the other choristers. Every Monday, I look forward to spending an entire evening singing choir loudly