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improvising - by ramitha - perennial plants

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my dad thought I was doing toastmasters

Over the past 8 weeks, I have lived a gazillion different lives during my improv classes: the frantic bride-to-be taking the subway to her wedding to the silent mermaid a girl keeps hallucinating during her doctors visit. It felt like a perfect parallel to my own recent muddling, feeling out who I am and what I value. Since I moved four months ago, improv has been the most joyful choice I have made. During a two-person exercise, someone from the class would shout out a location and our teacher would assign a performer an emotion. When he told the guy I was paired with to play “excited” —…

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