Interdisciplinary Studies or whatever, Class 5, Wednesday, Period 5

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Last week's class was in the Danger Room, which was set up to LOOK like the camp gym. This week's class was actually in the camp gym. This may cause some confusion.

But if it causes anyone to be late, Squall will be angry.

Since he'd been there for a while, Squall was passing the time by shooting jump shots from half court. He made more of them than he missed. And there was a big blue net bag full of more basketballs leaning against the bleachers.

Guess what today's lesson is about?


When everyone had arrived, Squall tossed out the sign-in clipboard. "Anyone who calls me 'Stormy' gets detention," he informed them. "Now. The last few classes have been all about important stuff that might mean the difference between life and death." He shrugged. "They won't, because we don't have enough time per class to really teach anything useful, but I can hope, right? So today you're getting a break. This is something that's very socially important to learn, because if you don't know it, you're a lame-ass loser."

"Think fast." He chucked the basketball at the students.

"So. Today we're learning how to play basketball." Squall shrugged and handed out... uh. handouts. "There are rules. There are specific and complicated rules, and stuff. But we're not going to worry about technicalities. This is a friendly game." He smirked, and grabbed another ball from the bag. "You'll divide up into two teams. The object is to get the ball through the hoop at the other end of the court. Two points for that. Three if you can do it from behind the big swoopy line. When you have the ball you HAVE to always be dribbling" -- which he demonstrated. "If you stop dribbling, you can't move and you have to pass to someone else. That's pretty much it."

He scratched his head, trying to remember if there was anything else. "Oh, yeah. Fouls are bad. Don't foul anyone."

He kicked the bag so that it fell over and balls started rolling out. "Grab a ball. Practice dribbling, practice shooting. If you want, pair up and practice passing. Passing's important, unless your teammates suck."

When that had gone on for a while, he blew a whistle loudly and called them all back.

"Okay, now divide up and play a game. Shirts verse skins. If anyone wants to be skins but doesn't want to take their shirt off, wear one of these." He held up a bunch of 4XL pink t-shirts.

"I'll be the referee. Good luck."




[Wait for OCD or whatever]

Comments

Sign In

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

Collapse or whatever.

Re: Sign In

[turtle-toughguy.livejournal.com]

Raphael

During the "lecture"

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

Take notes, ask questions, whatever.

Re: During the "lecture"

[slr-mercury.livejournal.com]

Ami remembered gym class. It was by far her least favorite subject.

Re: During the "lecture"

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn was taking notes and realizing that she was going to end up sore... again.

Re: During the "lecture"

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

There had been only minimal eye rolling from Setsuna today, and, even then, it was down with a wry smirk. Something must be terribly wrong....

Re: During the "lecture"

[abhorsentobe.livejournal.com]

Sabriel was paying attention to the lecture and the handout. She hadn't played this before, but it seemed easy enough...

Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Have fun with that.

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[turtle-toughguy.livejournal.com]

Raph knew how to dribble a ball. He grabbed one and kept mostly to himself, bouncing a ball between his hands then bounced it around himself. Easy way to spend the class.

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

Roxas picks up a ball as it rolls to him. He's somewhat amused to notice that he can't fit his hands the whole way around it, but hey. He's only small.

He's fine with the bouncing - it gets a little more difficult when he starts to move while bouncing it. Big feet; they tend to get in the way.

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[slr-mercury.livejournal.com]

Ami practiced dribbling. If by dribbling you meant she would try and the ball would get away and she would run after it. A lot.

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn was carefully practicing the dribbling and stuff. She has no clue what she is doing and favoring her arm makes this harder.

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

After judging and weighing and considering the size, weight, density, circumference, so on and so forth of the ball, Setsuna attempted this dribbling thing. And wasn't...too bad at it.

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé couldn't seem to get the ball to come back to her hand.

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

Alphonse knew a little about basketball... Though he'd never played the sport, and executing what he knew was slightly difficult. With some practice, it did get a little easier.

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly knew how to dribble a ball. It had been a while since she'd done it though. She got the hang of it again soon enough.

Practice shooting

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

Be like Mike or whatever.

Re: Practice shooting

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

Shoot.

Miss.

Shoot.

Miss.

Drop the ball, pick it up again.

Shoot.

Miss.

Roxas is sensing a pattern here. It doesn't help that the net's about sixteen feet above him.

Maybe he'll just leave the 'shooting' to other people.

Re: Practice shooting

[slr-mercury.livejournal.com]

Ami didn't even bother trying this one.

Re: Practice shooting

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

This would be where Gwynn would cause herself to be achey and sore later.

Shoot.

Miss.

Curse.

Shoot.

Sink.

Chase ball.

Shoot.

Miss.

Curse.

Shoot.

Miss.

Curse.

Pick your team - Shirts!

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

The mighty, mighty "don't have to do anything" team!

Re: Pick your team - Shirts!

[slr-mercury.livejournal.com]

Ami was not taking anything off, so here she was, on the shirted team.

Pick your team - Skins!

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

Show some skin! Or put on a pink shirt.

Re: Pick your team - Skins!

[turtle-toughguy.livejournal.com]

Raph didn't wear clothes, so he stepped over to the skins side. He looked at everyone else as if to say 'Well?'

Play ball!

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

... If you can figure out how to do that in an LJ thread. Otherwise, wander around going "do what now?" Shirts get the ball first.

Be Annoying

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

Talk to Squall after class or whatever.

Re: Be Annoying

[the_merriest]

Rikku nervously walked up to the teacher after the workshop was over.

"Excuse me?" She cleared her throat. "Are you Squall? Uh, Professor Leonhart I mean? ... Professor Squall?"

One of those had to be right, uh, right?

OOC

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

Because one of the most important plotty scenes of FFVIII took place on the destroyed remains of a basketball court. Seriously, WTF?

Re: OOC

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Hahaha. Oh, Square.