There it is folks; shaking the President’s hand as I walk off with a brand-spankin’ new college diploma. The end of an era; an era filled with ups, downs, highs, lows, rape jokes and more uses of the c-word than I’d ever thought possible. Yesterday, at the Toronto Congress Centre, along with a handful of my fellow colleagues, my parents & my man in attendance, I completed the final element of the Humber CollegeComedy: Writing & Performanceprogram. And no. That does not mean you get to stop reading my blog now. Because as the title suggests, the end of my time at Humber is, just that; an end. An end to the daily classroom routine, an end to 9am stand-up & improv comedy classes, but I think most notably an end to one hell of a LOT of stressful social scenarios.
Phew. Breath it in, readers. Closure.
That being said, it also marks the beginning. The beginning of a life devoted to humour. From here on in, the performance and the quality of my work is in my hands alone and will not be judged or criticized by the same group of 11 others day in, day out. (Until/if I get a job in a writer’s room.) It’s the beginning of new sketch troupe potentials (Cumin Rice Violation, anyone?), the beginning of spec script writing, story writing in general, play writing, book writing, writing writing, the beginning of job hunting for something in the biz, as lame as the job may be. The beginning of a life in which I received a hug from Andrew Clark. (Victory!) Also, very excitingly (ALMOST as exciting as the hug,) it’s the beginning of my improv training at The Second City.
I had my first class today with instructor Brian G. Smith who, I’m told, is an excellent teacher. (So far, this stands true. ) My classmates come from all sorts of different walks of life; journalists, mothers, actors, tradespeople & they all seem super nice/fun/cool. Many of them took Level B together last term, so they’re all very tight & familiar with one another, but they’re quite warm and welcoming, so you don’t get that sense of high school cliquerie.
It’s also the beginning of my life with an air conditioner. (Better grad gift than a frame, I’ll be the first to admit.)
Beginnings. Lots of them.
I intend to take on these new beginnings with poise, dignity and of course, humility. Oh hey? Did I mention I got top of my class at Humber? Yup. Honours Award for Academic Excellence. No big deal. What?