Basic at the Groundlings (Again?!) – Part 2 The Downfall (Already?!)

August 29, 2015

What?! How did this happen?! Things seemed oh so promising.

Class 3 this time.

Class 3.

3 of 12.

1/4 of the way in.

(You get the point.)

We have joint teachers, and this was my first time with the second teacher. I don’t think this had anything to do with her. I guess I’m just saying that for the record because at least, perhaps, just maybe I haven’t blown it with the first teacher yet (since I had been doing okay).

There is this game we played called Scrolling Where.

My heart is literally hurting right now just thinking about it. I’m gonna have a heart attack just writing this post.

In this game, you’re given a location (e.g. McDonalds, the bank, etc.) Then you give everything that could be in that where – down to the minuscule details. (For instance, you don’t just say, “Big Mac”. You say, “pickles.” The next person (or you on your next turn) says “onions.” Blah blah on through sesame-seed bun. And you do that forever.

You can list all the condiments, all the utensils, wrappers, stains on the floor even the people who’d be there – anything you can possibly think of that would be in a McDonald’s (or wherever your location is).

And you go until either someone accidentally repeats something that’s been said, or they take too long to think of something (which should basically be no time at all), or they say something that wouldn’t realistically be in there (and they can’t justify why it would be).

I had one goal and one goal only in this game. No matter what happened, I just wanted to make sure I said something. Even if I said a Dance Dance Revolution game was in a bank… or just anything that wouldn’t normally fit (that I could try to justify away)… (In that case, I’d probably say it was in the employee break room.)

Anyway, I just wanted to make sure that I didn’t get out by just coming up blank. Not saying anything is the worst possible reason to get out.

So, I’m up there. I get a bank as the first thing and win that round. (I just kept saying different money values – dollar bills, ten-dollar bills, quarters, nickels, etc. ’til we ran out of that. Then I started in on the wrappers – penny wrappers. And the other guy ran out of stuff he could think of. So he was out.)

Then the challenger comes up. We get home improvement store.

And this is where I’ll pick up tomorrow.


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