I Improvised for Four Years — Oops, Now I’m Doing it Forever

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I arrived at college a card-carrying, deep-in-the-DNA perfectionist. I liked to know the facts, overanalyze my options and act with a painstakingly constructed plan. I also had a passion for improv comedy, an art form based in uncertainty, quick decision-making, and living in the moment. Yes, I too see the blatant contradiction here.
During my freshman year at Indiana University, I majored in Biology and worked in a cellular research lab. You could often find me banging my head against the wall as I dissected yet another fruit fly. Biology wasn’t what I wanted to do, but it was comfortably predictable. Looking to brighten up the hours outside the lab, I joined Full Frontal Comedy, I.U.’s longest running improv group. Suddenly, the unpredictable became routine. Every week I was thrown into unfamiliar situations. Practice covered everything from improvising ten monologues in a row to making up a song on the spot, aided only by an improv pianist. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified those first few months. “You want me to try things I’ve never done in front of people?” I’d often think. But here’s the thing: over time, improv made uncertainty not only familiar, but exciting. My ability to embrace the unknown allowed me to admit to myself that what I really wanted to do was pursue the entertainment media industry in Los Angeles (a.k.a.the least predictable, stable life choice possible for someone from suburban Indiana.)
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Lucky for me, my years as an improv comedian have prepared me for the ambiguity of life as a real-life adult. I live by the golden rule of improv: “yes, and…”, which we use to say yes to our scene partners’ ideas and build upon them. I accept what life throws me and run with it. I now understand that trying something is better than inaction due to a fear of imperfection. There’s no such thing as a perfect life, just like there’s no such thing as a perfect improv scene. I’ve learned to trust myself and others; I know it’s all going to be okay. Something about going out on stage every other Friday night and being a total goofball taught me not to take myself so seriously. I have embodied so many unique characters on the stage: an overly enthusiastic plumber, a ravenous pumpkin, and Carl Jr. Junior, heir to the Carl Jr.’s fortune. In comparison, my recent real-life roles (“confident, young professional at a networking event” or “not-at-all-uncomfortable person at their co-worker’s intimate hula recital”) don’t seem so difficult. I know now there is no greater joy than unapologetically being entirely yourself.
As I face the post-graduation world, I am reminded of a quote from improv legend Del Close: “fall, then figure out what to do on the way down.” Well, look out below, world, because here I come, arms flailing. It might not be graceful. It might not be easy. But I will land on my feet.
Jordyn Alexander is a recent graduate of Indiana University with majors in Media Production and Germanic Studies. Jordyn is moving to Los Angeles soon to pursue a career in video production and a life of boundless curiosity.

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