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Well, I've gotten over at least one commitment issue today.
In that I decided I'm all talk and, mentally, I am so not ready to enroll in a Level 5 improv class at UCB. Instead, I'm (hopefully) doing a special half-class on scene study for women with the amazingly brilliant Christina Gausas. I got to meet her last weekend at DCM, and decided I really value her input.
I've always been on the fence about doing an all-girls improv class. Either it's a huge opportunity to meet other comediennes of the female persuasion who have the same frustrations in the "boys club" of improv, or the sheer amount of estrogen takes over and brings out too much radioactive bitchiness and competitiveness in the group dynamic for anyone to handle.
I'll stop blogging now for fear of this becoming a naively hasty "ooh, which Level 2 should I take?" improv journal. So, I'll try to refrain from writing like a dolt, what with the rhetorical questions and making pretty much everything out to be much more complicated than it really is.
Anyway, I came to a very important conclusion this past weekend in that what I've been feeling is only about 45% gung-ho about soldiering on into Level 5. So, I feel like this could very well be the last stepping-stone into that.
Unless it doesn't want to be my stepping-stone. Which would suck.
End cowering. Resume freshness.
In that I decided I'm all talk and, mentally, I am so not ready to enroll in a Level 5 improv class at UCB. Instead, I'm (hopefully) doing a special half-class on scene study for women with the amazingly brilliant Christina Gausas. I got to meet her last weekend at DCM, and decided I really value her input.
I've always been on the fence about doing an all-girls improv class. Either it's a huge opportunity to meet other comediennes of the female persuasion who have the same frustrations in the "boys club" of improv, or the sheer amount of estrogen takes over and brings out too much radioactive bitchiness and competitiveness in the group dynamic for anyone to handle.
I'll stop blogging now for fear of this becoming a naively hasty "ooh, which Level 2 should I take?" improv journal. So, I'll try to refrain from writing like a dolt, what with the rhetorical questions and making pretty much everything out to be much more complicated than it really is.
Anyway, I came to a very important conclusion this past weekend in that what I've been feeling is only about 45% gung-ho about soldiering on into Level 5. So, I feel like this could very well be the last stepping-stone into that.
Unless it doesn't want to be my stepping-stone. Which would suck.
End cowering. Resume freshness.
posted by Gypsy at 11:06 PM
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