The Acting Project

You Can Go Far

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You Can Go Far

"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined."

- Henry David Thoreau

"Good Morning, Sir." I say to my favorite professor, Professor Jones.

I walk into the big lecture hall. I set my bag and coffee in my regular seat. It's one of those unspoken rules, after the 3rd class if the person sits the same seat you don't sit there. That's how it goes here.

Professor Jones is sitting at his desk grading a paper, reading a book, and writing his own book at the same time. He will always quote Benjamin Franklin and say, "Lost time is never found again." He used every little minute. Every. Little. Minute.

There's a rumor that he bought a house, got a cat-scan, and was married at the same time.

"Um good morning... Lucy, I need to talk to you before class," Professor Jones says. He is stilling typing away, but he has ceased from his book and grading.

"Ok-Am I in trouble? I swear I've been studying for my finals really hard-" He interrupts me. The professor raises a hand in the air and waves it at me as to signal stop talking.

"No, that's not why I need to talk to you. Have you ever been to, Paris?" He stands up from his desk and walks over to me.

Random.

"No, why?" I say. I pull out my books and notebook. He stands in front of me now.

Professor Jones is in his "thinking pose". He stands with his arm rested on top of his head, hip popped out, and his other hand scratching his chest. He now stands fully in front of my desk.

More students pile in the small lecture hall. They take their seats and get out their stuff, but us theatre kids are noisy, well most of this class is at least.

"Lucy, I think you are a talented actress and with a little more experience you could make it big." He says. He says flatly. Straight to the point. No ifs, ands, or buts.

"Thanks, that means a lot coming from you. If that's all I think the class would like you to start." I say. I was late to class and today class was going to be cut short anyway. Something about the electricity or plumbing. Or was it termites?

I look around looking at all the students. Half of them look on death's door. The other half are looking pissed off for paying such an expensive class and he is wasting their precious money.

More like their daddy's money.

"NO, NO, NO, listen to me this is very important!" Jones says walking away back to stand behind his desk. He slams his fist on the desk out of rage, almost breaking his glasses on the table.

Suddenly the room was quiet and everyone turned to look at us two. I like attention, but not this kind.

"Can I help you with something?" Said the professor aggravated to the class. He swayed his head back and forth with attitude.

"Listen to me very carefully, you have talent," he turned to the class he raises his arms in the air "Class does this girl, right here. Does she have talent?"

"Hell yeah! This girl has some major talent." In walks my boyfriend, Charlie. He is a comedian, well tries to be. Emphasis on the TRIES. He is sweet and good looking, but it gets really old laughing at his jokes that are anything but funny.

"Hey babe!" He rushes into some slimy, disgusting kiss. I love this person, but he cannot kiss for anything. YUCK!! Like I said he is sweet but sometimes he has no common sense or logic.