This
class was probably was one of the most fun classes to date. We started out with our regular
physical stretching, making sure to shake out all of our limbs. We didn’t sing: la la la la la la la, but headed straight into some games. First we played Captain on
Deck for a few seconds and then a quick game of BANG. I think most of us are getting each
other’s names down, but I think the key to it, is actually caring enough to
remember. This time when we
attempted Big Booty, after a few calls of A—men, A---men, A---men, Amen, Amen, we
did managed to get a pretty good rhythm going. The last game we played was the ball game where we stood in a circle and had to catch a hacky sack
if it was thrown to us. Before the
game had even started, Lauren made a wicked catch with a randomly thrown hacky
sack. It was like the freakin’ Matrix.
We also
all sat down and Jeremy gave us the low down about what it really means to be
an ensemble. As a drama class we
have to support each other in the crazy things that we do. We shouldn’t have snarky comments,
snicker if someone does something weird or just be plain rude. It’s all about support.
Jeremy asked if any of us had ever experienced a particular bad
bout of this and I think at this age, everyone has. For me, it was my grade 12 class. Particularly, the boys. I know what you’re thinking; this is just going to be just
another rant about a girl who was completely annoyed at boys. You’d be right, but that doesn’t make
the boys I grew up with any less mean.
I used to say that they broke me, but I’ve grown up since then. There’s no point in bringing up the
past, it’s in the past for a reason.
They’re in my past for a reason.
We
headed into Rm 1115 for some quick housekeeping and then a POWERPOINT!!! I feel really sorry for the people who have never
blogged before. It’s like it’s the hardest thing ever apparently, which sucks! We use up a lot of our time talking
about the blogs. Not that I mind really, I would never stop someone from
learning about a form of writing.
Writing is what I do. If I
didn’t write, I wouldn’t be me.
We had a short presentation
about: The Art of the Actor and we’ll have a quiz on it next week. For some reason my other notes talk
about me being a Scorpio and so you’ll have to forgive my sarcasm. I guess that’s just a heads up. Here’s the usual picture.

Back in the Black Box we did two
activities: Walk the Walk and Deep Thoughts. For Walk the Walk I was paired up with Nate Brown and I
knew whatever we had to do was going to be hilarious. Nate is like 10 feet taller than me! OK, that’s an exaggeration, but
still. So, this activity made us
copy each other’s walks. All of us
walked in a circle and had to focus on the person in front of us. We had to imitate their walk by seeing
how they moved different parts of their body. For example we had to take note of
how they held their head, moved their arms, if they had any bounce or rhythm,
or any other characteristics that were uniquely them. I think Nate and I did a pretty good job of copying each
other’s walks and it gave people a good laugh. This was a good exercise and I think we all got some good
tips out of it.
The last activity, Deep Thoughts, was pretty
hilarious. We were all handed a
piece of paper with a supposedly deep thought on it. We then had to present it to the class. Here’s how it went: lights dim, walk
from either stage right or left onto center, plant feet, clear throat, totally
deadpan some ridiculously worded statement, walk away. I think we all did better than expected
because barely any of us burst into laughter. These were my two statements:
Broken promises don’t
upset me. I just think, why did
they believe me?
and
If a kid asks where
rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell them is, “God is crying.” And if he asked why God is crying,
another cute thing to tell him is, “Probably because of something you did.”
After
the class was over, I actually asked Jeremy for the rest of the papers because
I thought the sayings were perfect Facebook status material. Some of the other kids even gave me
theirs. My nerdiness knows no
bounds.
Looks
like this class was another success.
Peace
and Love
Cynthia