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Beach Play - Tuesday - Period 5
Of course a class on beach play would be held at the beach. You'd be silly to think otherwise.
It was a nice day out and Marshall was standing out near the water in his swimming trunks and a t-shirt, waiting for everyone to gather around him. There were blankets set out for people to sit on and a basket filled with towels and sunblock for everybody. There was also a box filled with spare (and brand new, holy god he wasn't gross) bathing suits and trunks just in case people forgot or didn't own swimsuits of their own. When it seemed like everyone was there, Marshall started to speak.
"Hi there, I'm Marshall Eriksen and this is Beach Play. It's pretty much what it sounds like. We're going to focus on a different game or activity to do at the beach every week and, hopefully you'll have fun doing it. There's not much learning involved here but it's summer and learning should be banned from this season anyway." What a good teacher. "On nice days like today we'll meet here at the beach and on less-than-nice days we'll meet in the Danger Shop. Please wear your bathing suits each week and for the love of god, don't forget to put on sunblock. I'm giving you each a bottle of your own. I don't want to deal with lobster students. Unless they're like mutant lobster students with claws and stuff. Then that'd be pretty cool."
Marshall paused while he wondered if human-lobster hybrids would taste as good as regular lobster did.
"Anywaaaaaaaays today we'll be doing the more obvious of beach activities: swimming. I hate it when people are at the beach and don't swim. Seriously, get in the damn water. We know it's cold at first but you get used to it," Marshall said. God, that was annoying. "Swimming's just plain fun and good exercise. It's also fun to splash people and get into races and stuff. So go ahead and get in the water and have fun. Hopefully you all know how to swim. If you don't, well, either you're gonna get a lesson from me or you can hang in the shallower parts."
Marshall hoped he wouldn't have to teach anyone how to swim. The Eriksen way was to just toss someone in the deep end and hope they figure it out before they drown. It was out of love, really.
"Oh, and your TA's are Jess and Romeo," Marshall said, pointing to each boy in turn. "They're around to answer any questions, to get a nice tan and to make sure none of you drown. So I'd stay on their good sides if you want them to save you."
Another pause.
"...that last bit was a joke. They'll save you even if you suck."
It was a nice day out and Marshall was standing out near the water in his swimming trunks and a t-shirt, waiting for everyone to gather around him. There were blankets set out for people to sit on and a basket filled with towels and sunblock for everybody. There was also a box filled with spare (and brand new, holy god he wasn't gross) bathing suits and trunks just in case people forgot or didn't own swimsuits of their own. When it seemed like everyone was there, Marshall started to speak.
"Hi there, I'm Marshall Eriksen and this is Beach Play. It's pretty much what it sounds like. We're going to focus on a different game or activity to do at the beach every week and, hopefully you'll have fun doing it. There's not much learning involved here but it's summer and learning should be banned from this season anyway." What a good teacher. "On nice days like today we'll meet here at the beach and on less-than-nice days we'll meet in the Danger Shop. Please wear your bathing suits each week and for the love of god, don't forget to put on sunblock. I'm giving you each a bottle of your own. I don't want to deal with lobster students. Unless they're like mutant lobster students with claws and stuff. Then that'd be pretty cool."
Marshall paused while he wondered if human-lobster hybrids would taste as good as regular lobster did.
"Anywaaaaaaaays today we'll be doing the more obvious of beach activities: swimming. I hate it when people are at the beach and don't swim. Seriously, get in the damn water. We know it's cold at first but you get used to it," Marshall said. God, that was annoying. "Swimming's just plain fun and good exercise. It's also fun to splash people and get into races and stuff. So go ahead and get in the water and have fun. Hopefully you all know how to swim. If you don't, well, either you're gonna get a lesson from me or you can hang in the shallower parts."
Marshall hoped he wouldn't have to teach anyone how to swim. The Eriksen way was to just toss someone in the deep end and hope they figure it out before they drown. It was out of love, really.
"Oh, and your TA's are Jess and Romeo," Marshall said, pointing to each boy in turn. "They're around to answer any questions, to get a nice tan and to make sure none of you drown. So I'd stay on their good sides if you want them to save you."
Another pause.
"...that last bit was a joke. They'll save you even if you suck."
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But seeing him shirtless was not exactly defined as torture by the Geneva convention. "You sound surprised."
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"I'm not exactly built like Morgana, either." So. Very. Casual. Really. And not hypocritical at all.
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She's not, you know, Francine.
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