the energy of improv
by payalcshah
One thing that struck me almost immediately about our dynamic as a class was how comfortable we were with each other. Some of us were either new to the art of improvisation, some merely wanting to gain confidence in spontaneity, others-the occasional improv performer and weekend champ, while others were just committed spectators of the sport wanting to delve deeper. Whatever level we all seemed to be at, within just a handful of minutes, we all seemed to be on the same wavelength (as Alanis Morissette would put it). It was unexpected. And yet the palpable energy of the room kept the game of improv ablaze. Although aided and abetted by chocolate pretzels, the energy swirled and swelled because of the team. And by the team, I mean, us.
We went from a dozen slightly–or very–uncomfortable individuals to an interdependent team so fast! And from the ability of ours as a group to lend ourselves 100% to the moment by moment living of improvisation, I knew this was going to be a great quarter of learning. If all of our heads were in the game day 1, we are definitely going to accomplish something at the end of week 10 to put it simply. As Saif said, we all need to be there for each other to lock into our eye contact when we need, to dive and hacky sack the ball back in action with just an ankle, to offer three solutions to dear friends’ eccentric queries. And we definitely did so! It’s like we all took the step into the freezing pool of discomfort, but because we all fell in together, dunking our heads completely and whatnot…it didn’t feel so cold anymore. We surprisingly got past 40 on the first day of the ball game, and were just all so committed. I think we’re off to a great start, and I can’t wait for a good quarter of improv!
