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

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

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]

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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

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

Squall nodded at him. "Nice. You've played? Why don't you wander around and..." -- he looked at a few of the other students and winced -- "... help everyone else?"

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

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

"Don't hit your feet," Squall advised helpfully.

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[orewahikari.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Roxas replies. "Hard when they're that big."

If he aims too far forward to dribble, he ends up chasing after the ball as it gets away from him. Which is as amusing as him hitting his huge clown feet with it.

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

Squall facepalmed. "Try dribbling beside you?" he suggested. "Where your feet aren't?"

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

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

Squall thunked his forehead against the basketball in his hand.

"Hand on TOP of the ball, and hit it straight down. You give it spin or hit it at an angle, it'll get away from you. And use your fingers, not your palm."

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[slr-mercury.livejournal.com]

"Oh" Ami tried. She tried hard. It almost helped.

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

Squall sighed frustratedly. "Good," he said, although he didn't mean it.

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

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

Squall watched her and sighed. "Do you need that arm fixed?"

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn looked curious. "What do you mean, fixed?"

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

Squall sighed. "Fixed. All better. So you can actually play today."

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

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

"Good," Squall said. "Keep practicing."

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

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

More facepalming. "Use your fingers, not your palm. Don't give it spin, don't hit it at an angle, just straight down so it comes straight back up." He sighed. "Watch everyone else and try to do what they do."

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[palestshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé watched everyone else, who seemed to be doing it rather better than she was.

And then she held out her hand and tried using her fingers, not her palm, and hitting it straight down.

It wasn't pretty.

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

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Wonder how easily Alphonse could manage to avoid a basketball heading for his chest...

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

Fairly easily, that is, if he weren't paying attention to the basketball he was currently paying attention to. He barely noticed the second one coming and lifted his hands just in time to catch it, but did take a step back from the impact.

And then looked up questionably at the person who threw it.

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.

Re: Grab a ball and practice dribbling

[whatever-sucks.livejournal.com]

"You're starting to get it. Keep practicing."