Imagination is key

[Erik Destler]

Erik groaned as he dragged the last of the bean bags into the classroom, tossing them in a rather haphazard circle. In a lot of ways he felt a bit peeved, in others he was almost amused. A little birdy had told him that the thing about his class that upset his students the most, was the loss of the beanbags used by his predecessor. Seriously? Of all things to comment on, the beanbags were what they took away from his class? He sighed, fine, whatever. Beanbags it is!

Plopping himself in a deep red beanbag, he lounged and waited for his class to come in. He hoped the return of their precious beanbags would make them happy, and get them focused on what they were going to be doing today. He hoped today's little activity would entertain them at least, even the people were were obviously just here because they needed another elective and just did a pen-drop on the sheet. When the bell rang he sat up, and engaged his class. "Good morning, for those of you who are new, my name is Mr. Destler but just Erik is fine. For those of you who are old, take notice I have returned your precious beanbags, your welcome," he announced with a smirk.

Once he had their attention he got right into it, "Today we're going to do a little activity involving improvisation. Improv is a skill that any great actor or actress must master, and the key to it all is simply using your imagination."

He reached behind his beanbag, pulling out a plain wicker basket. "Here we have a plain basket. We're going to pass this basket around, and I want you to use your imaginations and turn this basket into something else. Thing is, you cannot repeat any objects. So, I'll start by taking the easiest one, which should make you all think."

Taking the basket, he turned it upsidedown and set it on his head, "Voila! It is a hat!" Taking it off, he passed it to the student sitting to his right and silently prayed they wouldn't just declare this activity stupid and not even try.

Alaina Marie Silverman
Elizabeth Phillips
Kallistos Rolleston
Gretchen Holmes
Sebastian Michael West

[Kallistos Rolleston]

Kall shoved his things into his bag, rather embarrassed that he'd dropped it in the hallway and everything had fallen out, and then hurried to his next class.

Walking into the classroom, he greeted the teacher with a flash of a smile and arched an eyebrow at the beanbags on the floor, he was sure they hadn't been there in the last class. Walking over he sat down in one that was deep blue in colour and pulled out the folder he used for this class, and placed it on the floor by his feet in case it was needed, ready to get started.

When the teacher began the class he nodded at the idea of improv, as a cheerleader they did a bit of that, even though most of what they did was choreographed beforehand, they threw a little improv around in training before they got the routine perfect. And his writer's brain loved the ability to turn one thing into another.

He took the basket as it was passed to him and he looked at it, turning it over in his hands and then placed it on the ground so it was resting on it's side and the handle. "It's a bridge with a troll hiding under it."

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Feralas shuffled nervously as he smoothed down his Motley Crue t-shirt. Ducking his head out of habit, the freshman sauntered into the classroom and simply stared at what happened to the room. Blinking at the sight of the beanbags, Feralas looked kind of confused. " ..What happened to good old desks? " he inquired mostly to himself, while glancing around the classroom in simple bemusement. Hesitating slightly, he plopped himself down next to another Green Ribbon House member on a dark purple bean bag and placed his messenger bag down next to him.

As the teacher began to speak, he relaxed ever so slightly and let a small bemused smile quirk his lips upward. He liked Theater, and he hoped to have a good grade in this class by the end of the year. Once the boy next to him had declared the basket a bridge with a troll hiding underneath it, Feralas's eyes had lit up with amusement and a little mischievousness. As he took hold of the basket, he twirled it around and held it up above his head with a small flick of his wrist. " And voila! " he said bemusedly. " It's an umbrella! "

[Sasha Robb]

Sasha cringed as she read old messages to and from her friends back at home. Some of them were really amusing, even though they weren't even sent just a year ago. Suddenly her eyes shot up as she realized that her theatre class was right up ahead. Sasha shrugged and put her phone back into her messenger bag as she strolled into the classroom; the first things that she noticed were the beanbags. "Great, just great," she muttered under her breath. Sasha had always had a strange hatred of beanbags, so to see them in a classroom was certainly... unexpected to say the least. She took a seat in a green colored beanbag next to a boy whom she had never met before.

Sasha barely paid attention as the teacher spoke of the directions of the exercise. Although she was good at improv, this exercise seemed like such a drag to her. However, she really needed a great grade in this class, so this was something that needed to be done. As the boy two seats down from her went and said his idea, she began to brainstorm ideas for what the wicker basket could be. Suddenly, she got her idea. After the boy next to her said that it was an umbrella, she retrieved it from him, placed it down on the ground, and then placed both of her feet on the handle. "It's a superb foot rest," Sasha said, rather flatly.