Since you can't partake in presenting your own material,
I crossed my fingers (and legs, per usual)
as I handed out the scripts to my classmates.
After the character roles were assigned,
all I could do was sit back, hope to God people laughed,
and vulnerably listened to the table reading.
I crossed my fingers (and legs, per usual)
as I handed out the scripts to my classmates.
After the character roles were assigned,
all I could do was sit back, hope to God people laughed,
and vulnerably listened to the table reading.
(This is what class looks like -- I googled this pic but'll bring my camera in once I make a friend or two so it's not totally awkward ;)
The sketch was called, "Not So Teeny"
and although it was well received by my peers,
and although it was well received by my peers,
our teacher (who has 20 years of comedy experience)
didn't exaaaactly feel the same sentiment.
If I recall correctly, his feedback was (verbatim),
"Stacey, did you drink a bottle of absinthe between pages 3 & 4?"
Bahahahahha!
I wanted to dig a hole to China
but there was no shovel :(
but there was no shovel :(
So I confessed that my scribbles all came from a completely sober place -- that I seemingly still suffer from an overactive imagination -- and began profusely taking notes on how to get better at this crazy ballgame!
But I gotta tell ya, embarrassment aside, it was so much fun to hear and read all the sketches ... Between the break-dancing congressmen, the kleptomaniac flight attendant, the stress eating chef, and the narcoleptic drivers ed instructor,
I laughed so hard my stomach hurt :)
I laughed so hard my stomach hurt :)
Can't wait for the next class
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