In the weeks leading up to my first improv class, I experienced a bunch of conflicting emotions. I was excited to be doing something new, but I was also terrified to have to perform in front of other people. I was eager to meet some new people, but I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to match their brilliance. I was especially afraid of needing to be funny — I was sure that all of my classmates would be hilarious, and I’d be outed as a bore. In the end, the excitement may have surpassed the terror by a small margin, but was a very close race.

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Tori recently blogged about starting improv, and Kenner blogged about an improv experience that has apparently scarred him for life. So I thought I’d jump on the bandwagon and share my experience so far. First, a disclaimer: I’m an absolute beginner at improv. A neophyte. A n00b. What I’m about to describe is my experience over my first sevenish weeks of improv classes. Please don’t mistake me for an expert. You’ll be sorely disappointed.

So, without further ado, I present you with part one of the story of my personal introduction to improv:

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