My heart was racing. My fists clenched. My armpits…gross. It was opening night for Herding Squirrels, our student improv group’s first real show - in front of actual, paying humans, several of whom we didn’t even know (!). Over the course of the evening, I played a range of characters: a midwestern old woman (somehow my go-to accent), a background cat, and Skittles in a vending machine. Lest you think that this was a normal evening for me, let me take you back. At that time