My life after CS

My comedy studies program has ended. Bittersweet. Our ensemble's showcase, 45 minutes of original sketch comedy, on the ETC Theater, went swimmingly. We rocked. We killed. My mom conceded it was a great performance although "why does the show have to be so dirty?" I claim a generational gap. I've never felt more connected and in sync with my ensemble. I invited Ross Bryant from Baby Wants Candy fame and he attended, and dealt with text rumors saying the SC Casting Director was attending. In terms of feedback, we received all around praise, from our teachers to parents to the director Norm Holly to even His Holiness, the 14th Dalai Lama, who reportedly was heard cheerily humming the "Fitting Room Blowjob" melody on his way out of the theatre.

The bittersweet part came afterwards. You see, I contracted the Flu a few days before Thanksgiving and the illness lingered to eat my innards during the Parody News Show project, the Showcase, and even after CS until I finally was prescribed Azithromycin by my Doc. Right before the showcase, I saw the Doc at a minute clinic (for the 3rd time) who ordered me to take 48 hours rest immediately. I had a show that night, so I did what I could and slept Monday and Tuesday as much as I could. What I didn't realize was I missed my Tuesday time slot to meet with my teachers to review my performance for the whole semester. The final review. I missed it. I couldn't believe it.

At the farewell pizza party the next day, I asked Anne Libera if I could make it up that day or after and she said it was out of the question with the busy schedules of the 5 teachers. I was crushed. I couldn't help but recall how common this situation was in my schooling years - makeups, unprepared marks, mounting tardies, late papers with red ink reading "This would have been an A - if it wasn't late!" I took this last lapse of memory pretty hard. After the teachers imparted their last words of wisdom and praise of the class, we took a group picture and slowly filed out of Donny's Skybox. I left the theatre to go home and found Jet waiting in the lobby for the elevator. She told me "Good Luck" and I went over to apologize for missing my review. She cut me off. "I know. That was BIG. HUGE." She stepped in the elevator and said "Just let that resonate" as the doors closed. Those were the last words from my teacher.

I did let it resonate even more, and Friday I emailed the teachers apologizing and asking for individual meetings but no one responded.

So, I guess what I lacked most leaving Comedy Studies was the closure and feedback that my friends received in their reviews.

But overall, the program was very satisfying and enriching and my comedy knowledge has grown SO MUCH. I received a very well-rounded education. My brain feels bigger.

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