This is a conversation I’ve been having with Magnet-practice-group-type people lately:
Me: I can’t do Mondays, I’m taking that Level 1 class over at the PIT.
Them: Oh yeah, how is that?
Me: I’ve only had three classes, I dunno.
Them: Oh, okay.
Me: And I don’t know if I’d just be comparing instructors’ personal philosophies or whole philosophies of the schools.
Them: Oh, yeah, I can see that. Our Level 2 instructor was a totally different experience from Rick [the predominant Level 1 instructor at the Magnet].
Me: Yeah. I dunno.
I will say, after four classes, that my Level 1 at the PIT involves an awful lot of sitting around talking about improv and not so much actual improvising. To the instructor’s credit, I think he wants to get up and improvise more, too, but we keep asking him [often heavy or difficult] improv questions that he doesn’t want to leave unanswered.
I don’t regret taking the class. All the reasons I justified taking it in the first place are still holding true.
In our last class, we beat the shit out of a character I did, which was especially cool ‘cos we haven’t really learned “tagging out” or “beating the shit of of the game” yet. The instructor started it, and I caught his soft lob, and then the whole class got in on it, and I left class feeling all ‘Hell yeah!,’ which I mention not to be self-congratulatory but because it is not a feeling I associate with going home from improv class.