The Pondering of a Seventeen year old.

Though none of you may read this nor may you really care, i have committed myself to writing this blog out of pure inquisitive thought and verging desperation. As a female, year 12, seveenteen year old Sydneysider i am only trying to grasp a great world that is unfolding before me; the world of performing arts. Although i am only realising now that this world is where my future lies, as for so many years it has been the essence of my past, i unfortunately have no clue what I'm doing.. That's not to say i don't have a plan, i do. But i don't know how to carry out that plan. I don't know where to start and i don't know where i'll finish - Indeed, i hope i never finish at all. But, before my utterly ambiguous thoughts spew all over the page, would you like to hear the plan?.. of course you would. THE PLAN: i hope to audition for NIDA, and perhaps WAAPA. Then - when somehow i am tragically not accepted - i plan to attend either Sydney or Macquarie Uni where i will do a BA majoring in performing arts, all the while teaching clarinet or piano and attending acting courses at ATYP (or some place similar). I may do a double degree so as to do English as well. I then intend to do a diploma of education so i am able to teach Drama and English at a high school level. In between all this i intend to audition again for the performing arts schools who somehow missed me the first time. So there's the plan. It's a lot of 'either, or's but it's all i've got. Quite honestly all i want to do is be on stage, on tv, in a film, just acting. I couldn't think of anything i'd rather do. I mean, i would love to teach but it's second on my to do list. I don't even know what an audition for NIDA entails. I've never really thought about it.. I supposed i just assumed that i'd get there and a magical spirit would just embody me and the adjudicators would be so entranced they'd just have to accept me. I'm sure that's how Cate Blanchett did it. But, personal fantasies aside... and my point being, i'm rather lost. Very lost actually. I'm lost in the real world and a bit lost in this computer.. So please just send me a message about anything - advice, the weather, stem cell research - anything so i can find my bearings - at least within my computer screen. Yours ambiguously, Julia Robertson