There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.
In the 7th grade, I made a 20-foot long mural of the Lewis and Clark Trail while we were studying that in history because I knew I wasn't going to be able to spit back the names and the dates and all that stuff on a test.
I came to acting as a sort of fluke. I really enjoy it, but I think I'm different from the people who dreamed about it.
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