During the summer after my sophomore year 
I went to California by myself, with my guitar. 
When I was eight, my family lived in Monterey 
for a year. When I went back that summer, 
I lived with various friends we had kept in 
touch with over the years. My mother had 
always thought California was the most 
wonderful place in the world. I must have 
been too young to understand or appreciate 
that then, but I agreed with her fully after the 
summer I spent there alone. Of course, California 
is the most wonderful place in the world, 
outside of Switzerland and Rockville Centre.

As you know, I am in both Choraleers and 
Madrigals and I have participated in everything 
these groups have done (including the trip to 
London) in the last three years. Frank Gerardi 
is a good friend and a very special teacher for 
me. Aside from choral and madrigal singing, I play 
the guitar and sing by myself. I started taking guitar lessons at Usdan, a creative arts day camp; I went there just to have fun for a summer and it really did change my whole life. After that summer, I took lessons from a teacher in Manhattan. Each week I would travel, usually by car, to East 68 Street to study guitar.

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