the semesters just keep getting better at brockport, and i've been very lucky to be able to teach these kids. can't wait until next semester; i'll have a regular improv and an advanced-level course.
in lieu of a final exam, i have my classes perform scenes for the last two weeks, giving them an opportunity to show me they understand the four rules of improv i've taught them over the course of the semester (a mixture of rules from dan diggles' improv for actors and listening to sean daniels.)
lines from the past two weeks' worth of final scenes, which, taken out of context, seems almost as funny as the scenes they came from:
in lieu of a final exam, i have my classes perform scenes for the last two weeks, giving them an opportunity to show me they understand the four rules of improv i've taught them over the course of the semester (a mixture of rules from dan diggles' improv for actors and listening to sean daniels.)
lines from the past two weeks' worth of final scenes, which, taken out of context, seems almost as funny as the scenes they came from:
"4006! you're all fucking dead!"
"what a chaos."
"i've come to return."
"did i just hear the head elf is a dick?"
what about you, cactus?"
"what a chaos."
"i've come to return."
"did i just hear the head elf is a dick?"
what about you, cactus?"
in the 11:30 class' final round of "man overboard," it came down to an exciting round of "rock papers scissors infinity" between john p and ryan s.
paul s and i share a tender moment.
the 11:30 class. 
it's been really awesome having students from semesters past stop by, say hello and play. here, jr. gets ready to play with the 9:45 class.
scott b, jessie d and katy k do a sign language interpreter scene. with the 9:45 class being much smaller, we were able to get everyone into a bunch of final scenes and blow off the last class with a bunch of games.
the 9:45 class. good kids.