The Dream.

It is thursday in my little Utah town, but where I have just come from was like the world I wish with all my heart to join in the nearest future possible. There is a woman whom I have met only two months ago, but I have completely become attached to her and every word she says. Her name is Nancy Baumgartner, and she has made it a personal goal of hers to help me and one of my dearest friends, Tanner Forbes, get the big future we have our sights set on. His dream is (as of now) Western Michigan. Mine is AMDA. 

This is speaking colleges, mine(AMDA), a college that I have done basic research on and already know I belong to walk that campus and be a part of that New York atmosphere. I have been to NY once before, last year, and within ten minutes of walking around the skyscrapers and in crowds of individuals that all seemed to have SOMEWHERE to go, I KNEW that it was where I was meant to spend a great portion of my life, I just didn't know the how or the means or the where. Now I'm really starting to. I meet with Nancy once a week, (and am discussing with my voice teacher now whether or not it would be for my greatest interest to take voice lessons from her as well) and when I meet with her in her home, we talk futures and the hows of accomplishing our goals and reaching our "un-reachable dreams" that don't seem so out of reach anymore. We talk auditions and the knowledge that I really need to be up-to-date on having to do with Musical Theater and Broadway and AMDA. I am learning so much and still have so much more to learn and understand! 

High School is not my home, never has been my home, never will be my home. Being only a freshman last year and a sophmore this year, I know (knew) that I am older in years of...I suppose maturity is a fit enough word. I look around at my fellow students, all amazing people, but all amazing people who have no ambition or goals or strong desires or (for most of them) no depth. Their conversations are bland and expected from a high school mouth. It is agonizing to have to spend a majority of my time with people who only care about the "now" and girls who's main focus is on looking pretty for immature boys (there's an insecurity about the whole idea of high school students that I just don't relate to) and with an atmosphere that I find I just don't belong in in the slightest. It is nice to go to Nancy who is the only adult in a 100 mile radius who speaks to me on an adult level, and with an amount of respect that I feel I deserve. I am not just another teenager, and I nearly refuse (in the most polite way possible) to be treated like one. I know what I want and where I'm going, I just need help on the means of transportation.(getting there) (I mean this metaphorically, and literally...I have yet to require a drivers license, or even my permit!) 

Well, in short I am excited for the future I am setting out in specifics before me, and cannot wait to be living my dream (and not living in high school!). Maybe if I were to look at high school in a positive way, I could say it is teaching me EXTREME patience, which in all honesty, I could use a little work on!

More to Come