2. New threads and a big hat R not a good disguise. What I really need is a good wig, colored contact lenses, and a cool accent.

3. The Rodney Issue. There is no way Mom and Dad will let me go 2 school solo, but if people catch sight of Rodney, I'm done 4.

Liz thinks the presence of a large guy with bulging muscles who has to squeeze into the classroom doors sideways screams "bodyguard." I'm going to have to bribe Rodney to park nearby. That way he'll still be close by if I run into trouble.

With FA wrapping this week, and the Off-Key premiere on Friday, I really have to get my plan in order if I want to get four months of school under my belt at Clark.

But first things first -- I've got to get some more school supporters. I figure my best bets are Nadine and Rodney, so I'm telling them on the way to work this morning -- even if I am exhausted. On Monday we pulled another sixteen-hour day on FA. After getting to sleep at two AM, I had to turn around and be back at work today at nine. I'm commuting in my pj's. (Why get dressed when I'm going to have my hair, makeup, and clothes picked out for me anyway?) Is it any surprise then that I just fell asleep eating Froot Loops? My face landed in the plastic bowl with a splash!

"It's no wonder you're a zombie," Nadine laughs lightly. She hands me a napkin to wipe my face. "I can't believe they had a sixteen-year-old shooting at midnight!" She shakes her head. "It's terrible. They couldn't have shot the car crash scene when the sun went down?"

"They had to shut down the roads." I pull a stray Froot Loop out of my hair.

"I told your mom we should check the child labor laws to make sure you can work that late, but she didn't want me to cause any trouble," Nadine comments dryly. "You know your mom, always looking out for your best interests."

I'm just glad Mom wasn't there to see the Froot Loops incident. She would die if she knew I was eating a high-sugar cereal.

"Speaking of my best interests, I've got something to run by you guys," I begin gingerly. I tell them both my plan and then nervously wait for their reaction.

"So?" I finish up. "Will you help me?" I think this is the first time I've actually seen Nadine at a loss for words.

"Why would you want to take on another persona?" she questions me, tapping her pen across her mammoth Kaitlin folder, aka her bible, with this seemingly very concerned expression on her face. "I just don't get you. Don't you think your brain is clogged enough with both Kaitlin and Sam in there?"

"I'm an actress," I remind her. "That's what we're good at -- pretending to be someone else."