it's Sunday, and I am shocked. Just last week my improv teacher had a head of thick, gorgeous, silver hair. This week, however, his hair was black. What happened? I didn't ask. Maybe he'd dyed it in service or a role, or maybe he's trying to look younger. Either way, it was jarring.* * *
Still, I recovered and had the best improv class ever because we got to practice beginning a scene, which was very easy for me. Pairs of us took turns standing up in front of the class to establish in three sentences (while of course using our hands and bodies to help out) where we were, what we were doing, and who each of us was in relation to our partner.
The toughest exercise was when we had to walk around the room, silently projecting emotions. So let's say our task was "contentment." On a scale of intensity ranging from one to ten, we might start with a six, which was fairly easy, then we'd ramp it up to a nine. The hard part was when we had to turn down the level to two, meaning that we were to walk as though we were feeling content on the inside, though the outside world might not necessarily see it.
After this exercise, I discussed with a classmate what we'd experienced, and woah, that was interesting! He said that feeling and behaving like a shy person was easy for him, but at the point when everyone was supposed to feel and project varying levels of being in love, he didn't know what to feel.
ANYWAY, Matty, I did too
call you! I called you this morning! But you did not answer! I left you a message, and you didn't listen to it! I did!
And to everyone else, I'm sorry I wasn't around much this weekend, but muh' social life, muh' jobs, muh' class - it all takes up a bunch of time, and I'm still not very good at rearranging the pieces. I do, however, have a weird-looking sunburn from walking on Bernal hill Saturday afternoon.
Look at my desk! Isn't it neat? I hope that soon I can find more time to write stuff. . .