Ballet for Beginners; First Period [02/08].

[died8yearsago]

When the students came into the dance studio that morning, they'd find their teacher over by the stereo, clearling having some difficulties. It shouldn't be this difficult; she'd never had problems with it before, but, all of sudden, instead of playing the music she wanted, all it was playing was Dead or Alive's smash 1985 hit "You Spin Me Round (Like A Record)"....only it was just the chorus hook on a seemingly endless loop. And there appeared to be nothing Rosa could do to stop it.

She'd tried everything, too. Hitting it, unplugging it, pressing all the buttons, trying multiple different CDs and settings, but nothing. It still kept going, and by the time the students came in, she was just about at the end of her rope and finally gave in and did what she usually did when technology frustrated her: she pulled the stereo from the shelf, lifted it over her head, smashed it on the floor, and breathed a sigh of relief as silence finally settled in.

"I'll pay for that," she assured the students, once she looked up and saw that they were already there for class. Not that she imagined they'd care. "Anyway, guess we're not doing music today. Technical difficulties. If you want to hum or sing or whatever, that's fine. I don't--"

And that's when the stereo, dispite its many broken-apart pieces seemed to whirr to life and started in with another round of now slightly distorted "You spin me right round, baby, right round."

And Rosa was really thinking she needed to get on that whole 'figure out the best way to hide a gun in a leotard' things she'd been considering.

"Right," she said, through a clenched jaw, clenched teeth, clenched everything. "Piroettes today. If we don't go crazy first."

[[OCD in the way is up! ...i'm too tired for this]]

Practical Diplomacy, Friday, February 8, 2019

[sith_happened]

"One of the most useful skills to hone as a diplomat is the art of getting out of an uncomfortable conversation--and this is the important part--without stabbing someone."

Take a moment, kids, to feel badly for Anakin's teachers because that had been an actual lesson he'd gotten.

"You can stab yourself, but only in absolute emergencies."

He gestured around at the Danger Shop, which had been set up as the exact same reception as the first class, complete with the same appetizers and the same people because diplomacy got repetive. "I have programmed NPCs to come around and annoy you in a variety of ways. Your job is to get out of the conversations as gracefully as possible. And...go."

Life Skills Through Screen Time, Friday Second Period

[stickitupmyjinx]

"We decided it was time for some nonfiction again," Vanessa declared. "What are we watching on the cop's Netflix this week, honey?"

Wade turned around, still in the Deadpool mask, but also wearing a suit that would make Tan slightly less horrified by his fashion. "We're watching people. Change. Their. Lives."

But then Tan would find out about the Crocs. "That's right! We're watching Queer Eye!"

Wade would fight him for those Crocs. It was disgusting. "So, settle in to learn something about opening yourself up to the world, change your wardrobe, cleaning habits, home... and learn to make one dish."

"Because there's only so much you can do in one week," Vanessa said. "While you watch, maybe think about what the Fab Five would have to say about you! And then feel terrible about yourself, but don't change anything, because let's be real here."