fandomhigh | Human Anatomy, Feb. 1, Period 3

The classroom has been remade into a very small gym, with 12 treadmills in a row pointed at another treadmill facing them. Workout mats and timers are in the back of the room, and the desks have "disappeared." (Elliot hoped the troll janitor, who she bribed to move them, wouldn't eat them.)

Once the class was gathered, Elliot hopped on the treadmill and began to talk, running at a slow pace. She only had to gasp for breath occasionally. "I thought that because we're learning about muscles today, I would make you guys get in a little workout while we learn," she said. "Bonus? Some of you are a little Peter, I mean pudgy."

"Anyhow, the muscular system is contractile tissue of the body and is derived from the mesodermal layer of embryonic germ cells. Its function is to produce force and cause motion, either locomotion or movement within internal organs. Much of muscle contraction occurs without conscious thought and is necessary for survival, like the contraction of the heart, or peristalsis (which pushes food through the digestive system). Voluntary muscle contraction is used to move the body, and can be finely controlled, like movements of the eye, or gross movements like the quadriceps muscle of the thigh. There are two broad types of voluntary muscle fibers, slow twitch and fast twitch. Slow twitch fibers contract for long periods of time but with little force while fast twitch fibers contract quickly and powerfully but fatigue very rapidly." She gestured to a poster on the wall behind her, stumbling slightly as she pointed. "This is what the major muscle groups look like."

She continued her lecture for about 15 minutes before wrapping, not notably winded. (Though she might have been leaning on the treadmill handles a tiiiiiny bit.)

"My TA-slash-future BFF is going to demonstrate ... something for you guys, and then I'd like you to hit the mats and test your core muscle strength. No cheating, no faking it. Okay? Let's go."

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JD was dressed in yellow suspenders and a red beret.

"Now it's time to use those muscles to GET DOWN! Everyone in a line!"

Henry lined up quickly, but his eyes had to take a second to adjust to JD's outfit (so...bright...).

JD demonstrated a bit of a bounce, twist and dip, with arms and legs flying everywhere. Kind of as if Disco and Funk had a poorly planned dinner date with Break Dancing. He pulls off the move, but it's a miracle he doesn't fall over.

"You guys get the idea?"

Marty looked at JD as though he was crazy and got in a line.

"Right hand, left hand, shoulder pop and then jump?" Marty asked. ~~Hey Hey Hey~~

JD pointed both his fingers at Marty. "Exactly my man! You've got it."

Peter lined up.

"Yes," Peter said at once, because the alternative was unthinkable.

JD beamed at Peter. "Excellent!" he said. "Your turn now!"

Peter facepalmed. Then decided to go for it with some improvised soft shoe.

Chad? In line. Fearing slightly.

Chad's eyes shifted away when the question was asked. This ended up being exactly what he thought it would be and Chad didn't dance. Chad wouldn't dance. But he had been very intrigued by JD's, um....dancing.