Polish thespian calisthenics

That pretty much says it all. You've gotta wonder about that silly place. I mean, for most of its history it hasn't even exsisted. Which reminds me of a joke: If an Englishman wrote a book about an elephant, he would describe its habits and how best to hunt it. If a German wrote an equivalent tome, it would focus upon the animal's anatomy and biology. If a Pole wrote a book about an elephant it would begin thusly: "The elephant is a Polish question."

Now, I don't mean to offend any people of Polish descent who might hazard their sanity in reading this, but I find it amusing nonetheless.

Anyway, the class was taught brutally, if temporarily, by David (that's right, passive voice; whatcha gonna do about it?), our instructor of last year. He informed us, after a lengthly discussion of the history of that most unexplainable phenomenon, Theater, that he had been reading over the summer. I immediately had misgivings. What he had perused was a most uncompromisingly thorough treatise on the physical side of theater, of all things. To make a short story shorter, we partook of strenuous excersizes, all of which have reduced me to a sorry condition.