And along with all my other exterior choices, I worked on, what actors call, my interioradjustment. I adjusted my natural temperament which tends to be slightly bossy, a littleopinionated, loud, a little loud full of pronouncements and high spirits, and I willfully cultivatedsoftness, agreeableness, a breezy, natural sort of sweetness, even shyness if you will, whichwas very, very, very effective on the boys. But the girls didn't buy it. They didn't like me; theysniffed it out, the acting. And they were probably right, but I was committed. This wasabsolutely not a cynical exercise; this was a vestigial survival courtship skill. I wasdeveloping. And I reached a point senior year, when my adjustment felt like me. I had actuallyconvinced myself that I was this person, pretty, talented, but not stuck-up. You know, a girlwho laughed a lot at every stupid thing every boy said and who lowered her eyes at the rightmoment and deferred, who learned to defer when the boys took over the conversation. Ireally remember this so clearly and I could tell it was working, I was much less annoying to theguys than I had been. They liked me better and I like that. That was conscious but it was atthe same time motivated and fully felt. This was real, real acting.