I watched this 1980 movie classic last night and have decided that if my dear son chooses to pursue the fine arts, he should go to a performing arts school like that one.
Well, maybe we could leave out the teen pregnancy.
And the many, many leotards. And the bad hair.
And the incessant disco.
And the nekkid "modeling" sessions.
You know what? There are some good science magnet schools here.
He does already own legwarmers, though.
The New PostSecret Book
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