I took seven and 1/3 of the nine classes in the workshop.
I left during a break at the penultimate class because I was fed up with the instructor.
However, the class was very helpful. I’m glad I did it and I got a lot out of it.
I took seven and 1/3 of the nine classes in the workshop.
I left during a break at the penultimate class because I was fed up with the instructor.
However, the class was very helpful. I’m glad I did it and I got a lot out of it.
I’m not sure I want to go.
Last class was horrible and I don’t even know why.
Since I’m not sure, I shouldn’t blame the class and I guess I should go. But, I’m not looking forward to it. It seems like a waste of my time.
I’ll flip a coin in the morning.
Ok, I’m really starting to enjoy it now.
So, I did my monologue again. Then, I did the second monologue.
I wish it had been filmed, so I could see what in the world I looked and sounded like.
It was probably not a good idea to interrupt the instructor’s feedback with, “I hate the sound of my own voice.”. However, I couldn’t stop myself. I was awash in feelings of hating the sound of my own voice. I know what I sound like when I’m nervous – and it’s not good.
The instructor works really hard, he’s really smart. I’m trying to do everything he says so that I get the most out of this.
I’m feeling a lot better about it. In fact, I’m actually looking forward to it.
The instructor annoys me.
One person in the class annoys me also. You know how most classes have that one person who just won’t shut up? She sits next to me and she won’t shut up. Everyone but her leaves with a “thank you” and she stays after to talk about God knows. I wonder if the instructor is annoyed by her as well?
I hope it gets better from here.
Maybe the class and the instructor don’t scare me. Maybe I’m scared of myself.
What I mean by that is this. I’m not taking the class to learn to be an actor (although learning most new things is interesting). I’m mostly taking the class to learn to fake confidence that I do not truly posses with the hope that my accomplishments won’t be restricted by my lack of confidence and that I can get more done and later I’ll have and convey real confidence.
Instead what I’m getting is everything that’s wrong with me under a microscope. And that sucks. It’s very uncomfortable.
Impressions so far:
I’m paying too much.
I’m sure I’ll learn something – but it will be an inefficient process.
The instructor annoys me.
That went fast; dude already got the check. Cool.
I’ll be acting up a storm on Saturday morning.
I’m paying the guy tomorrow and I start on Saturday.
It runs for 9 weeks.
Yippie.