Hurts to realize...

First off all... this blog isn't made for fun (trust me... ¬¬) but rather for my thoughts, feelings, my absurdness (LOL) after everything theatre-related like my IB Theatre classes, plays, Operas, schoolplay, etc. Just clarifying... so if you're bored by now (which I betcha are), BITE ME! ;)

If you seek Amy did it hurt too much first day of school... whole day BORING... but theatre class we had to do some physical activity... I still hold it in my memory.. traumatized: Jump, fall, back, forward, roll, roll, voice, jump, back, roll, jump, fall... what the flurp??? INSANE! Seriously... we had to creatively make any sound out loud, jump, fall and roll in different ways, and make different types of movements that went forward and back. Crazzee...

Well that's a summary of the jump I made for the after-presentation... but of course that ain't me... I'm a boy... plus my arch isn't that amazing LOL.

Anyways... so it hurt, but the ending result was cool... when we had to deeply analyze the whole exercise, I was impressed because I figured out how from simple draft movements and sounds we could actually create a sequence and a story... like mine actually a friend of mine titled it "Michael Jackson" (R.I.P. <3)

This was the whole idea of the exercise, create sets of movements to see how different people interpret different things.. UNBELIEVABLE! It turned out great after all :) I'm happy with the end-results.

But if a dancer would have seen my performance what could have s/he interpreted it as?