Being the Little Guy

by paulkivelson

I will full admit when I first walked into the class room I was petrified a small class with multiple professors and everyone was way older than me. It was pretty much every freshman’s nightmare. Then the professor comes up to me and ask me my name, one would think that alleviate so of my worries, but I was thinking ‘oh god not only will I be completely out of my depths but I the professor will be close enough to the class so that they know that I am completely out of my depth”. I sat on my seat and just look around my thoughts awhirl, ‘should I drop it, should I just leave’.

Then we started to acutely get the lesson underway and my thoughts began to change, I began to think ‘maybe I could do this, maybe I would not look like a complete idiot over and over again’. Then we began to talk about the actual course and what we could expect from it. I remember letting out a sigh of relief and thinking oh this could actually be fun. As the class went on I released that we were all beginners to improv we were all on equal footing.  In the end graduate student or freshman undergrad we would all I realize repeatedly fail at the name game.