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What It Takes To Be A Badass | Friday | Period 2
With it being Homecoming weekend, Loki figured he'd tailor his class to the event for both learning and entertainment purposes. Besides, he figured this would be a great fucking way to break him out of the funk he'd been in.
"So, this weekend's Homecoming," he said once everyone had settled down. "And that means carnivals, food, lots of fucking people and, of course, the dance. Now, dancing is one of those lost arts. It's something that can make you look like a fucking BAMF if you do it right and like a fucking fool if you do it wrong. Now, you might be saying that dancing's fucking stupid and it's for girls or pansies or whatever. Well, maybe that's true but today's class is about dancing. You..."
He trailed off and gestured at the class, smirking. "...are gonna fucking dance. Dancing can impress just about anyone if you're good at it. You can be labeled as fucking graceful, flexible or just all around awesome. It's traditionally thought of as something only girls can do but that's not fucking right. It's fucking hard. It's a lot harder than what most people do and knowing how to dance can get you out of some potentially sticky situations. Now, just be glad I'm not making you all dance by yourselves in front of the entire fucking class. Instead, I want you to find a partner and dance. Slow dance, fast dance, whatever. You just have to fucking dance and your partner gets to judge how you look. Yep. You might think your a badass but your partner might think you look like a fucking fish out of water. While your self esteem is important, you've gotta know how to look to others."
And he wanted to laugh.
"So, partner up and dance. Consider it practice for tomorrow and exercise for today. Get to it."
"So, this weekend's Homecoming," he said once everyone had settled down. "And that means carnivals, food, lots of fucking people and, of course, the dance. Now, dancing is one of those lost arts. It's something that can make you look like a fucking BAMF if you do it right and like a fucking fool if you do it wrong. Now, you might be saying that dancing's fucking stupid and it's for girls or pansies or whatever. Well, maybe that's true but today's class is about dancing. You..."
He trailed off and gestured at the class, smirking. "...are gonna fucking dance. Dancing can impress just about anyone if you're good at it. You can be labeled as fucking graceful, flexible or just all around awesome. It's traditionally thought of as something only girls can do but that's not fucking right. It's fucking hard. It's a lot harder than what most people do and knowing how to dance can get you out of some potentially sticky situations. Now, just be glad I'm not making you all dance by yourselves in front of the entire fucking class. Instead, I want you to find a partner and dance. Slow dance, fast dance, whatever. You just have to fucking dance and your partner gets to judge how you look. Yep. You might think your a badass but your partner might think you look like a fucking fish out of water. While your self esteem is important, you've gotta know how to look to others."
And he wanted to laugh.
"So, partner up and dance. Consider it practice for tomorrow and exercise for today. Get to it."