Last Friday, UBC Improv had their last show of the year. I have been to UBCi shows since first year and witnessed the audience size of their performances grow into a steady crowd even during midterm and final periods. They are definitely the funniest bunch I have ever seen in improv; their charisma trumps even the professional improv groups I been to.
At the end of the performance, the new co-presidents introduce themselves and call upon graduating members to step forward. As the audience burst into a thunder of applause to congratulate them and thank them for their amazing performances, I can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia rush through. I am somewhat jealous of the place these graduates are in. Not only are they reaching the finish line of their degrees, they are celebrated by their peers and embraced by teammates from a group of amazing individuals. I am jealous that they seem to belong to a group that have always worked so well together, and will have such life long memories to this place.
I am a nostalgic person and I blog about that feeling a lot. I am nostalgic because it keeps me safe. It gives me this feeling that no matter what happens in the future, I can always look back to the past and find solace in memories. This year I need to constantly remind myself that I have been through tougher times and I know I can make it to the end. It has a been rough start to the year in terms of my trying to grasp my own abilities and interests, and the things that keep me moving are my old exams, transcripts, stories, letters... that remind me of what a fighter I have been - raised and trained to be.
As the curtains close on UBC Improv, my term is also approaching its final period. I am going to miss spending friday nights at UBC laughing at a group of sassy guys who aren't afraid to make fun of themselves. They knock themselves over and grab and ride each other, de stressing a crowd of strung out UBC students while looking like they are having tons of fun. Oh how great it is to have fun doing your thing. It makes me wonder when I leave this place, will I have the same memories to carry with me.
At the end of the performance, the new co-presidents introduce themselves and call upon graduating members to step forward. As the audience burst into a thunder of applause to congratulate them and thank them for their amazing performances, I can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia rush through. I am somewhat jealous of the place these graduates are in. Not only are they reaching the finish line of their degrees, they are celebrated by their peers and embraced by teammates from a group of amazing individuals. I am jealous that they seem to belong to a group that have always worked so well together, and will have such life long memories to this place.
I am a nostalgic person and I blog about that feeling a lot. I am nostalgic because it keeps me safe. It gives me this feeling that no matter what happens in the future, I can always look back to the past and find solace in memories. This year I need to constantly remind myself that I have been through tougher times and I know I can make it to the end. It has a been rough start to the year in terms of my trying to grasp my own abilities and interests, and the things that keep me moving are my old exams, transcripts, stories, letters... that remind me of what a fighter I have been - raised and trained to be.
As the curtains close on UBC Improv, my term is also approaching its final period. I am going to miss spending friday nights at UBC laughing at a group of sassy guys who aren't afraid to make fun of themselves. They knock themselves over and grab and ride each other, de stressing a crowd of strung out UBC students while looking like they are having tons of fun. Oh how great it is to have fun doing your thing. It makes me wonder when I leave this place, will I have the same memories to carry with me.
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