From Waiting to Wading

Of all the moments from my middle school years that I'd rather forget, there's one sweet, redeeming memory that has stayed with me. It happened in my music class, of all places. I can't remember my teacher's name or even recall what grade — perhaps seventh? All I know is that we had to sing a solo while the teacher played her piano. It was an exam of sorts but not a performance in front of the entire class, thank God. Here's the chorus of my assigned song: Wade in the water / Wade in the...