Yesterday was my audition for Rowan University.We left my house at 8:45, we needed to get there by 11:00. I was rushed when I woke up. Get my materials ready, résumé, green form, letter of recommendation, and cover letter. I had all these things ready except for my green form. I had been so freaked out about filling it out I waited to do so; I had scanned it and printed it out like 5 times just to make sure I wouldn't mess up on the real thing. It was important that I would not mess it up. This was my one opportunity to do this audition; Rowan was the only school I even applied to so this was it.

In the car I couldn't do anything. The books and the iPod that I had packed for the hour and forty-five minute drive couldn't save me now. I had a warm sense of disconnection from the whole process of the day. It didn't feel like the day had come for the "big" audition. It just felt like the day I would go with my parents in the car and take a drive. My stomach actually took the grunt of the intensity, and as much as I felt numb to the situation was on the opposing spectrum. That was okay it didn't freak me out as it would have. I just kept on warming myself up thinking of my emotions, my phantom partners I saw during said pieces, and the slight introductions to said pieces. My father was heard reading the paper as my mother said,

"Can you tell me the directions, you have the directions and you can't even keep an eye out on them."

The only thing that broke me out of my momentary break through was my dad saying 

"What sister do you have? Is there something I don't know?"

He said this in response to one of my monologues. This is the first time I ever took my parent on a real audition with me (the last time I went alone the director who was casting broke out into my audition song and sang it louder than me to prove some point, then questioned wither or not I wanted to be there. On the way home about thirty minutes away I sobbed myself home promising myself I will take voice and dance lessons to do better next time. That was a promise I actually kept when I took a musical theater class at Shoreline Dance Academy) My father only broke me from my monologue once or twice but the thought that my father was either funny enough to comment it, or be convinced enough at me gave me a pleasing feeling. When we arrived to the school while another guy was going doing the same with his parents, my dad instantly said, “I'll trip him." My dad has great timing, seriously. It was one of those moments where I had no idea if I wanted to kill him, or just hug him for his supportiveness. I opted to do neither. The pathway to the place where we needed to be was far from the parking lot (there is a better example of walking later.) On our way to the building my dad said"Oh look a pen!"I snickered and said,

"Why would I need a pen"

So he put it down. Inside I went to submit my stuff when I realized I forgot one thing my high school rank and number of graduating classmates. I meant to do it at home, but my mother said we needed to go. I meant to do it in the car, but it was bumpy. So after I gave the student getting the green forms got it I had to say,

"Can I get that back I need to answer one thing."

My mother’s moaning and groaning about how it should have been done seemed loud to me but I wonder if the people that arrived an hour early felt the same. I scrolled from the messages in my phone to try to find the message I received from my mother stating the information. It seemed to have taken forever. My mother’s snickering at my "texting" instead of doing what I had to do was just annoying since the phone was part of that process. I found the text and of course the pen I had in my ear on the car ride disappeared back to the car. So I begrudgingly asked my father for his trusty pen. Yes, he has a pen that he takes everywhere. It is a cheap bic with duck tape on it, in case if someone tries to steal it from him. I filled it out and went to the auditorium to wait for the announcements of the day.

There was a spread of refreshments for the applicants and their families. I couldn't eat a thing. That’s alright because my parents had fun. I stuck with my water while my dad said,

"Can I get you anything?"

"No thank you dad, I'm going to stick with my water."

My mother intervened.

"This spread is so nice." 

She said loudly.

"Yeah, you know who has a good spread?"

"Yes if you give blood to the blood bank building!"

"YUP!"

"Shoot, I'd give blood to get their spread again"

Thank the lord my dad then left to get my mom more fruit. The meeting started thirty minutes later. During the meeting they described what was going to happen between the different departments; music, dance, and performance.

Then the theater and dance people walked to the building where the auditions would happen. The walk was far but I was starting to get excited. I was so ready. I made sure I was in the front of the pack; I didn't want to be there all day. As I looked back I saw my parents bringing it up the rear. That was okay with them, because when we walked the path in a zigzag pattern, they went in a direct line since they saw where we were headed.The theater department told us of the great things about their school. It all seemed so amazing. That is when I feel in love with the school. The passion of the teachers was something I could only wish for with a school. Something one can only dream of. We needed to fill out one more paper for the auditor's evaluation.

I went to the bathroom, since I needed to go when I came back we had broken off into our separate groups, which was cool and I learned that I would be going first. I didn't have my papers so I rushed into the room we were previously in and had to sneak in and get my papers (I left my coat, and when I needed to leave I needed to sneak in again to get it.)The kids also auditioning were so nice, as well as the girl from the school. I got myself ready and it was time to audition. I was friendly and nice, showed of my sparkling personality (or tried to). Did my intro to the first monologue, did it, did my interview and then I was free to go. Out of the door I thought,

"Damn it, I had two monologues!"

So I told the girl that was escorting us that I had a second monologue and luckily the nice auditor allowed me to go back in and say it. I didn't even asses him. I was in my own world during my pieces and that was a saving grace. You can't be committed to a monologue and asses the auditor. Then my parents and I left the school and went to the cracker barrel which I finally allowed myself to eat. The day was hectic and definitely unique.