<p>I have been reading your posts -- Moms, Dads, kids. Haunting you and remembering. It has been four years since I went through what all of you are going through right now. I remember the joy, and the tears. My daughter did not get into her first choice. She did not even get into her second or third choice. In hindsight, I realize we shot kinda high. We did not listen to all the sage advice on these pages. I did not realize how lucky she was to be able to choose from UCLA, CalArts, CCM, Emerson, UCI and UCSB. At the time it seemed unspeakable that she did not get into NYU. We won't even talk about CMU. But time heals all pain and she went to UCLA and threw herself into the program. It was a great program for her, as it turned out, and we learned that you get in where you are supposed to be. I also learned, as a parent of an actor, that this first step... this admission process... is only the first part of the "thickening." What comes next will be harder. Not getting the role you wanted in a play at college, or even sometimes getting cast at all. The sharp comments in class, most often from peers. Now we have moved into the next phase of the real world. The endless auditions. My daughter likens it to the seven stages of grief. She says she is working herself to that final stage when she goes to the auditions not because she cares anymore what the people at the table think... but once more, simply for her... because she wants to be there and to do this thing she loves. She is not quite there yet. But she is "thickening." </p>
<p>I think in every profession, there is a "thickening" and the stages of rejection that come with it. I remember the first time the partner yelled at me at the law firm. I went home that night and cried. I thought I would never be a good lawyer, could never figure it all out. About a year later, that same partner and I would finish each other's sentences. I still tell young attorneys about him, and say I learned everything I know from him. </p>
<p>This rejection process from the schools... it is hard. It is part of an ongoing process that will continue. But, like my daughter, you have to decide it is not real. Those people behind the table are not what it is about. You need to go through your seven stages of grief and get back to doing this because of you.. Because you are artists. Because you love it. Nothing more.</p>
<p>I am a lawyer because I love to win.
You are an artist because you love to create.
Don't let a bunch of people sitting behind a table stop you. Ever.</p>