Summer. Used to be the reason I lived. Summer. Full of infinite possibilities and endless days outside. Summer. Boredom. Summer. Bum. Now its so different. It's cram as much work into a day as you can so you can make enough money to get through the year with as little work as possible because you have to concentrate on your grades instead so you don't drop out and get a mediocre high school job with mediocre pay where you have to work eight to fourteen hours every day of the rest of your life just to make ends meet.

And suddenly you realize, you're going to school to be an artist -- an actor no less -- a degree that has fewer possibilities than a yes or no question and less chance of success than becoming the first ever kazoo playing rockstar.

What am I doing?