Oh gosh–um, dump Tony. That was a seriously messed up situation. And don’t even start with Casanova or Lepecker (names changed to protect the guilty). Don’t cut 50% of your classes and write your own excuses because (a) you will get caught and (b) you will get caught. Don’t mess with the VOE, just keep going to college prep courses. And when you graduate, know that there is such a thing as financial aid, and go to university at 17 instead of waiting until you’re a whole heckuva lot older. You can pass math if you have adequate instructors and tutors. And you’re going to seriously love acting and dramaturgy, so take some classes and get involved. take voice lessons–you can sing adequately, and with some instruction might be able to learn to sing well. And your love for dance will never die, so keep doing it so you don’t get fat and unable to do it. The phone company is not the place for you, so don’t even think of trying to get a job there. Save money. Don’t feel like you have to spend it all. And just be sure you’re in Salt Lake City in 1989 so you can meet Joe.
Oh! And the damned cramps aren’t all in your head. You have endometriosis. Make the doctors listen to you and put you on birth control so the endo won’t take over your girly bits and keep you from having kids. And if ten doctors won’t listen, go to eleven. And so on. They’re wrong to say it’s all in your head or that once you get married and start having sex they’ll go away or that after you have your first kid they’ll go away. They are all wrong. Stand up for yourself.
And dye your hair purple and dye it pink and dye it blue and be as crazy as you want to while you’re young.
Don’t go to Minnesota; you’ll hate it there. Don’t go see Van Halen with Derek. Travel, even if you have to ride a Greyhound bus. See the things you dream of seeing. Do what you dream of doing. Don’t believe what other people tell you about yourself.
I think the whys are self-evident.