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Beaching It [Week 4, Period 5, Wed. 7/28]
When students arrived at the rather nice area of the beach John had instructed them to meet at, they would find their teacher ready for the beach and standing next to a table with several items. Oh yes, John was once again prepared to blow their little minds with his amazing lecture on frisbee, beach volleyball, and binoculars.
"Okay guys, today we're hitting on a trio--not dirty, I promise--of sand entertainment. First up we have the frisbee." John picked one up off the table and tossed it down the beach. "I know, it looks pointless, but if you believe gum commercials and terrible 80s movies, this baby could raise the attention of the opposite sex if you throw it right. Needless to say, you gotta practice if you don't wanna look like a fool. Which is why we're here today!" John moved down the table, tugging a volleyball out of a bag full of them and tossing it around. "Now, this is a volleyball. It's basically the same thing as when played inside, only tiny bathing-suit styled uniforms and really tan people. Good sport for a pick up beach game, but again, practice first. You don't wanna serve the ball into the head of your pretty partner. Now, as a real sport, there are rules and you can read them at your leisure since I printed out a copy for you here." He dropped the ball in the sand and moved on to the final object. "Now, last we've got a set of binoculars for each of you. Bring 'em to class each week and then they're yours to keep. Thank the USAF." McKay and his ability to get things was dead useful at times. "So, now you're wondering what we do with these weird binoculars. Well, we look through them," and he demonstrated how and the proper way to focus on something. "And, you know, you can look at just about anything you want. I'm not here to judge."
John clapped his hands together, feeling he'd done enough talking for the day. "Okay guys, now you get to play around with the equipment and hang out for the rest of the period. Gotta love it. I'll be over here with my binoculars, trying to locate any stray dolphins in the bay." You never knew with Fandom.
"Okay guys, today we're hitting on a trio--not dirty, I promise--of sand entertainment. First up we have the frisbee." John picked one up off the table and tossed it down the beach. "I know, it looks pointless, but if you believe gum commercials and terrible 80s movies, this baby could raise the attention of the opposite sex if you throw it right. Needless to say, you gotta practice if you don't wanna look like a fool. Which is why we're here today!" John moved down the table, tugging a volleyball out of a bag full of them and tossing it around. "Now, this is a volleyball. It's basically the same thing as when played inside, only tiny bathing-suit styled uniforms and really tan people. Good sport for a pick up beach game, but again, practice first. You don't wanna serve the ball into the head of your pretty partner. Now, as a real sport, there are rules and you can read them at your leisure since I printed out a copy for you here." He dropped the ball in the sand and moved on to the final object. "Now, last we've got a set of binoculars for each of you. Bring 'em to class each week and then they're yours to keep. Thank the USAF." McKay and his ability to get things was dead useful at times. "So, now you're wondering what we do with these weird binoculars. Well, we look through them," and he demonstrated how and the proper way to focus on something. "And, you know, you can look at just about anything you want. I'm not here to judge."
John clapped his hands together, feeling he'd done enough talking for the day. "Okay guys, now you get to play around with the equipment and hang out for the rest of the period. Gotta love it. I'll be over here with my binoculars, trying to locate any stray dolphins in the bay." You never knew with Fandom.
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Not that making a fool of herself would stop her, really...
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Since she wasn't up to that particular piece of nostalgia she took the binoculars and peered through them and was very surprised at the distance she could see. It was far more powerful than the one they had in the Fire Nation.
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But she did get a few of them!
And, as she was finishing up, she wondered if anyone would notice if she slipped her frisbee into her bag. Surely it was okay. They got to keep the binoculars, too, and those were probably much more expensive than some little plastic frisbee, riiiiiight?
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--oh, he could hold his own! The expression disappeared, replaced with a smirk, and she held up a finger to signal to him to give her a moment and she dashed off to get some distance between them before she pulled back, spun up, and then whoosh! let the frisbee fly.
Whether it even went anywhere near Robin was anyone's guess.
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She did snag a frisbee to turn over in her hands, though, and try to balance it on the tip of her forefinger. It was entertaining to her.
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It wasn't an "I'm sorry I'm a emotionally stunted, witholdy pain to care about", but... it never would be. It might almost be classified as 'reaching out', though. If you took that very, very loosely.
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