When I was in early high school, I took a summer improv class taught by college students. I loved it. I wouldn’t shut up about it for two years, but then I never did improv again. Until this fall. I signed up for an eight-week intro course at Comedy Cafe Berlin on a yolo whim. And I felt like I had unlocked part of my brain that only was accessible during long periods of inactivity (see: early pandemic, winter breaks from college). It was silly, it was stupid, it was hilarious.