I have many times tried in college essays and other English assignments writing about this experience. It is never-endingly frustrating because no matter how hard I try to capture improvisation and the troupe I am a part of at Wilton High School on paper, the words seem overworked, lifeless, and contrived. These three adjectives express everything that improv is not. Improv creates an illusion of ease and comfort. It captures the thrilling magic of teamwork and creativity all in one. Improv is vigorous. If anything it drills the life back into each participant. Improv is spontaneous and natural, like osmosis between the roots of a plant and the soil. It is the resultant of a blank stage, some fanciful minds, and laughter.
As a small, wide-eyed freshman, I found myself overwhelmed and slightly afraid of the high school that surrounded me. In order to cope with this feeling of miniscuality, I signed up for public speaking and theater arts. It was my hope that these classes would force me to learn how to better present myself, and how to be more confident in my own skin. My theater arts class had students from the high school that spanned all ages and interests. Within this medley of students is where Ms. Delude, our inspiring and intelligent director, first introduced me to the art form called improvisation. Come that November of freshman year, I auditioned to be cast in the novel improv show at Wilton High School. In that wonderful space, the Little Theater, for the next few years, my outlook and perspective on how I treat others and how I tackle the world around me changed for the better.