The day he walked into the riser-filled room, he knew this was where he belonged.
Over 1,000 miles away in Austin, Minn., was a musician. He developed his piano skills and singing in junior high. But he didn’t feel the spark until now.
He felt it. Among the choralists, all together. But every person was still unique. His friend, Al, made him see that. Everyone was working together in perfect harmony.
Paul Pew had been moving around for some time. He had discovered snow for the first time in the suburbs of the Windy City when he was 8. But he found his passion in Northern California in his high school choir class.
His music teacher took him to go to a University: Chapman. He watched and listened to their choir’s music in awe. From that moment, he decided he would go there. He had to study music there.
“I didn’t apply to any other schools,” he says.
So he did. He studied music and mathematics at the college. He joined the choir. They were invited to go sing at the Bartok School of Music. It was in Hungary, a communist country then. Still, they went.
They found a composition of their national anthem. They walked into the room filled with guards and machine guns. They filled it with the country’s beautiful song. On their second phrase, the audience stood.
“The people were weeping,” he says.
It wasn’t until the next day at the airport that they knew why. The song had been outlawed since 1956. No one was allowed to sing it. But they did. They were not punished.
So, why has he been a math teacher for 17 years at McCallum?
Because: “There was a math position open, and I thought it would be a good fit for me,” he says.
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