I decided I wanted to be an actor when I fell in love with Ricky Schroeder in Silver Spoons because I figured that was the only way I would ever get to meet him. Before then, as an only child and as a way to escape some childhood trauma, I often disappeared into my imagination where I created intricate, fanatastical worlds. This inner life lent itself to acting and writing later on.
I've always said my first art form was pretending. Acting is what the professionals like to call it, but I never really thought too much about being famous. Many people assume that, as an actor, that's what success means to me.
After attending Arts Magnet, I was sure I would go to DePaul and end up at the Steppenwolf Theatre and since I really had very little knowledge of stage actors, I assumed that fame would not come with those desires either.
As life has it's way, I never made it to Chicago or the Steppenwolf. In my adult life, I have probably managed to be in about ten productions, usually in small roles, and I have loved every minute of it.
So, when Chaz said he had to do a project about a famous person, I asked him who he had chosen.
"I'm not famous, though."
He shook his head and thought for a second.
"Did I say famous? I meant favorite."
I didn't know what to say. I know I am the person who iritates him the most because I am the person who "helps" him the most. Most twenty-three year-olds don't need as much assistance as he does, and he is often frustrated when he needs my help with daily living skills and sometimes, I am frustrated back.
Anyway, here is his final project for his Career Development Class. A visual resume of his favorite person. He chose the colors, pictures, washi tapes, where things should go and glued them down and even tried his hand at the paper cutter with me looking on nervously.
I'm not sure what world famous or even Dallas famous feels like, but I can tell you that being this guys favorite, being "family famous" is an awesome feeling!
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