It's here. The last day of summer. Bright and early tomorrow morning Mom will be driving me to collage. I picked an awesome collage, it's in New York City - an acting collage. I'm so lucky that I got accepted, almost no one in my school who applied got in. Except me. And a few of my theater friends. I've been into theater since 6th grade. My elementary school had no theater department, but I did do a few small roles for a community theater. Then, when I got to 6th grade, everything changed. My school had a theater program, and a yearly musical. That year's musical was Footloose. I auditioned, and got the lead role, Ren McCormack. Everyone thought our theater teacher was crazy, having a girl play a boy's part, but I loved it. It was that teacher who sparked my intrest for acting. I was in the following muscials, and I was even student director in 8th grade. But high school was different. The students got to vote on the musical, and in my 2nd year, the winning musical was Wicked. I was SO excited, and I got the lead! It was such a fun performance. So I knew right away that I wanted to be an actress. "Jess, honey, where are your beanbags? I'm trying to pack the car!" my mom shouted, breaking me out of my thoughts. "In my room!" I shouted back, heaving myself out of bed right as she walked in. "Honey! You should be up by now! We have to pack! We're leaving first thing tomorrow!" she exclaimed "I know, I know, I just wanted some rest, some time to treasure my last day here." I said "Well, once we finish packing, we're going shopping for the last minute things and then going to see a movie and going out for ice cream." she said "How am I going to have any time to sleep?" I ask, seriously concerned for my well being. "You'll find time! I want to treasure our last day together!" she says.

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