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I`m so excited because I`m gonna go to the High School of Performing

Arts, I mean I was dying to be a serious actress.

Anyway, it`s our first day acting class and we`re in the auditorium and

the teacher, Mr. Karp, puts us upon the stage with

our legs around everybody, one in back of the other, and he says:

"Okay, we`re gonna do improvisations...Now, you`re on a

bobsled and it`s snowing out and it`s cold... Okay, go!"Ev`ryday

for a week we would try to feel the motion,Feel the motion down

the hill.Ev`ry day for a week we would try to hear the wind rushHear

the wind rush, feel the chillAnd I dug right down to the bottom

of my soul To see what I had inside.Yes, I dug right down to

the bottom of my soul And I tried, I tried!And everybody goin`

"Woosh... woosh ... I feel the snow, I feel the

cold,I feel the air..." And Mr. Karp turns to me and he says: "Okay,

Morales, what did you feel?"And I said... "Nothing, I`m feeling

nothing,"And he says "Nothing could get a girl transferred."They

all felt something, but I felt nothingExcept the feelin` that

this bullshit was absurd!But I said to myself, "Hey, it`s only

the first week. Maybe it`s

genetic, They don`t have bobsleds in San Juan!"Second week, more

advanced, And we had to be a table, Be a sportscar,

Ice-cream cone.Mister Karp, he would say, "Very good, except

Morales.Try, Morales, all alone."And I dug right down to the

bottom of my soul To see how an ice cream

felt... Yes, I dug right down to the bottom of my soul

And I tried to melt!The kids yelled, "Nothing!" They called me

"Nothing"And Karp allowed it, which really makes me burn.They

were so helpful, they called me "Hopeless",Until I really didn`t

know where else to turn.And Karp kept saying, "Morales, I think

you should transfer to Girl`s

High, You`ll never be an actress, Never!" Jesus Christ!Went to

church, praying, Santa Maria, Send me guidance,Send me guidance

on my knees.Went to church praying, Santa Maria, Help me feel

it,Help me feel it pretty please.And a voice from down at the

bottom of my soulCame up to the top of my headAnd a voice from

down at the bottom of my soul, Here is what it said:This man

is nothing! This course is nothing!If you want something go find

another class.And when you find one You`ll be an actress.And

I assure you that`s what fin`lly came to pass.Six months later

I heard that Karp had died.And I dug right down to the bottom

of my soul And cried...`Cause I felt nothing.

I`m so excited because I`m gonna go to the High School of Performing

Arts, I mean I was dying to be a serious actress.

Anyway, it`s our first day acting class and we`re in the auditorium and

the teacher, Mr. Karp, puts us upon the stage with

our legs around everybody, one in back of the other, and he says:

"Okay, we`re gonna do improvisations...Now, you`re on a

bobsled and it`s snowing out and it`s cold... Okay, go!"Ev`ryday

for a week we would try to feel the motion,Feel the motion down

the hill.Ev`ry day for a week we would try to hear the wind rushHear

the wind rush, feel the chillAnd I dug right down to the bottom

of my soul To see what I had inside.Yes, I dug right down to

the bottom of my soul And I tried, I tried!And everybody goin`

"Woosh... woosh ... I feel the snow, I feel the

cold,I feel the air..." And Mr. Karp turns to me and he says: "Okay,

Morales, what did you feel?"And I said... "Nothing, I`m feeling

nothing,"And he says "Nothing could get a girl transferred."They

all felt something, but I felt nothingExcept the feelin` that

this bullshit was absurd!But I said to myself, "Hey, it`s only

the first week. Maybe it`s

genetic, They don`t have bobsleds in San Juan!"Second week, more

advanced, And we had to be a table, Be a sportscar,

Ice-cream cone.Mister Karp, he would say, "Very good, except

Morales.Try, Morales, all alone."And I dug right down to the

bottom of my soul To see how an ice cream

felt... Yes, I dug right down to the bottom of my soul

And I tried to melt!The kids yelled, "Nothing!" They called me

"Nothing"And Karp allowed it, which really makes me burn.They

were so helpful, they called me "Hopeless",Until I really didn`t

know where else to turn.And Karp kept saying, "Morales, I think

you should transfer to Girl`s

High, You`ll never be an actress, Never!" Jesus Christ!Went to

church, praying, Santa Maria, Send me guidance,Send me guidance

on my knees.Went to church praying, Santa Maria, Help me feel

it,Help me feel it pretty please.And a voice from down at the

bottom of my soulCame up to the top of my headAnd a voice from

down at the bottom of my soul, Here is what it said:This man

is nothing! This course is nothing!If you want something go find

another class.And when you find one You`ll be an actress.And

I assure you that`s what fin`lly came to pass.Six months later

I heard that Karp had died.And I dug right down to the bottom

of my soul And cried...`Cause I felt nothing.

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