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Just an Update

I don't entirely feel like writing at great length about the first two classes I've had, as I'm now past the 2nd one.
However, I feel I must press on - even if it's just a little bit.

The first class was a bit of an experience on account of - again - having no idea what to expect. I got to class at about 5:00 even though it wasn't supposed to start until 6. However, it gave me a bit of a chance to BS with some of the other guys who were in the class.

The only issue was and is that the rest of the guys in the class range in age from 10 to about 30. There's only one guy older than me and he didn't join until the 2nd class; a real nice guy - married, tall, black, well-dressed, etc. As for the younger end of the spectrum, there's a 10-year old kid who cannot pay attention to anything and constantly interrupts the instructor - he does everything he can do to get the attention of the 15-16 year old kids in the class. And the 15-16 year olds are way more immature than I ever was. I'm sure of it.

So the first class was pretty laid back: We got our introductions to each other and the information of the class and whatnot, which took up about half of the class. The other half of the class was spent doing some standard runway techniques...seriously.
It felt a little awkward (any new movement feels physically awkward) and a little gay, but the point of doing it is to increase confidence and make you more comfortable in your own skin. If you walk without confidence, why would anyone assume you're good at something? Body language is a big thing, that's the moral of the story.

The 2nd class wasn't a whole lot different. We were in a different runway-room than the one from the original open-call/audition (which we were in for session 1), this one was upstairs on the main floor and had a T-shaped stage with three sets of stairs...!
Stairs!
I know, right?!
So we worked on how to properly go up the stairs and turn to face the audience, then criss-cross across the stage when there are people going up each side. The amazing thing about this stuff is that it's much more complicated than you would ever imagine.
Let me rephrase that. It's not complicated...it's just not as easy as you'd think. Proper turning technique is something insanely easy to stumble over. (I'll let that joke marinate for a minute...aspiring writer here!) But seriously, it's actually not something that you can walk up and do perfectly the first time - there is a small amount of skill required to do this stuff.

Again, the class was interrupted many times on account of immature kids asking ridiculous questions an interrupting our instructor every few minutes - creating an incredibly irritating learning environment. One of the kids was actually listening to his iPod during the part where we were walking up onto the runway so he completely missed out on every time he was told to do anything. Very efficient.
Most of the class was actually spent talking about how to make good impressions again and how to improve your attitude/schmooze. For instance, complimenting people and using their name often is an easy way to make yourself memorable to someone. A lot of stuff like that.

In other news, I'm still really excited about the prospect of making this whole thing happen. I still want to chase this dream and do something major. I don't really care if it's shallow or anything, I just know that this is what I want to be doing, and that's that.
In the meantime though, I'm probably gonna get back into caddying. I gotta do that Monday/Tuesday this week, so I may just jump back into it. Might also get a job at Chardon Lakes Golf Course because I have an in there. But the issue is that I want to make as much money as possible while still remaining as open as I can be to any possible dates that I may have chances to do these model/acting gigs. It's a bit of a catch .22.
Anyway, I'm poor.

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