I have completed my first week of Improv and can fully say that I am in love with every fiber of my being. I have class from Mon to Thurs and all we do the entire time is play games that consist of running around outside, going on make-believe adventures, and yelling profanities at fellow improvisers. I look forward to it everyday and am already going through withdrawals. It is truly the only time I can bring out my inner child free of any censorship. In order to keep these withdrawals under control, I do the next best thing. To feel more like a child I just have my mother push me around in a shopping cart when we purchase various goods from Costco. That will have to keep me sane until Monday.
But in all seriousness, my main reason behind taking this Improv class is because I feel an inexplicable, unseen connection with Ryan Stiles, the god of improvising and one of the many loves in my life. I feel his presence as I act out every scene. I know if I keep up with this we will eventually meet, marry, and produce the biggest nosed children known to man. And I will love every flair their nostrils will have to offer.
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