End of Drama

Well, today was the last day of the semester here... The good news is, only half a year left. Bad news is... the class I lived for is over. Yup. Drama. Although I'm happy to announce that it went out with a bang. The first thing I did in the last drama class of the year was perform my duo scene with my partner. Basically, Ms. Liz gave us the bare script, with no characters, plot, setting, or anything. So we decided that we were breaking into the Olson twin's apartment to take a picture of ourselves. Naturally, we were having a mad tea party whilst in an asylum discussing our plans. I thought it was great fun :) My partner dropped a line in the middle of it, though, and so I had to improvise. ("I've seen that look in your eyes before! You're wondering 'what if they're at home?' and I would like to remind you...[my line]") I'm sure that people noticed, being "drama people", but I think I picked it up rather swiftly.

Then we circled up and played "Honey I Love You". Basically, you go up to someone in the circle and say "Honey, I'm home, and I love you so much" to which they respond "Honey, I love you too, but I just can't show it". The secret to this game is to walk swagger up to them, get your hands on their clothes, and say in your weirdest, most obnoxious voice (old person, southern accent, any accent, nasally, ect.) "HUNNY I LUV YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH...OH YAH AND IM HOME I GUESS. NOW WE CAN BE TOGETHER AND STUFFFFFFF....."Just butcher the lines, keep going on and on and on until they crack... Sooo much fun. I won.

Then after "Honey I Love You" we played "Park Bench". In this game, you sit on a bench and establish a character (cranky, senile, emotional, gassy, sneezy, sleepy, dopey, doc) and someone sits next to you, establishes their own character and tries to do or say something to get you to leave. We had girls snuggling up to guys asking things like "How many girlfriends have you had?" "Um, zero." "....would you like to change that?" :D

I sat next to one guy who was a squirrel fanatic. He screamed about squirrels and whatnot. I sat next to him, holding my stomach, gagging, puffing out my cheeks, making farting noises, groaning. He asked me "Sir, are you giving birth?" and the conversation that followed went a little like this...

Me- Oh, OH, I need a bathroom. Oh, oh oh..... (fart, fart)

Him- Oh dear, what's wrong?!

Me- You know that grocery store? Aldi's? You know the granola bars you can buy at Aldi's? (fart) You know the...fiber granola bars you can buy at Aldi's? I had about six or seven of those...in the last hour. I don't think I'm gonna make it!! My poor colon!

Him- I have to go.

Me- Yay!! heheheheheheghehehesrhds

Then some other guy, Zack, came up and sat by me...or rather, he laid on me. Here's what happened...

Zack- Do you....mind?

Me- From you, baby? Never.

Zack- Well that's the best news I've heard all night.

(At this point, he laid down across my lap, stroking my arm while I combed my fingers through his hair. This was all improv, I'd like to remind you.)

I have never seen the class laugh so hard. Ever. Ms. Liz was literally falling off her desk. People kept congratulating me... It was very creepy. But I've done things like that before. (For those of you in the know...Lukie Pookie Culberson...that boy makes me hotter than July) I felt totally wrong doing it. But it was so much fun. And everyone laughed so hard! I already had a reputation for being good at improv. I just hope people think of me as "Tyler! Man, he was so fearless!" and not "Tyler, ew. He was so gay."

But when people laugh that hard, at something I did whilst in drama, no matter what, it makes me feel good. :)

Now do you see why drama went out with a bang?