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Wednesday, Period Three: What was the school board thinking giving Jamie Madrox a teaching position?
The first thing students might notice when they walked into the classroom would probably be the fact that the classroom was already full.
The next thing the would probably notice is that the classroom was full of Jamie Madroxes. All of them had their hands in the air screaming "OOO! OOO! MR. MADROX! MR. MADROX!"
In front of the class, was the teacher leaning against the desk. "What is it class? Why are you so excited? Is it because it's the first day of class with me? Your teacher? The often duplicated and always replicated Jamie Madrox?"
The class in one voice all shouted "NO!"
Jamie's face frowned at the comment. That wasn't how it was supposed to go. "Then what is it?"
"WE ALL HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM!"
Jamie groaned and in a blink of an eye all the duplicates were pulled towards and absorbed into himself.
"Have a seat everyone," Jamie said motioning the class to take a seat. "We're going to keep this simple. As some of you may know, I was a student here. Possibly... a troublesome student."
That would be putting it mildly.
"And the one thing I know is that at this point in the week, most of you have introduced yourself. To your new roommate. To your new classmates. To your new teachers. To your old teachers. And the week is just about half over. So I don't want to hear who you are. I don't want you why you are here. I don't want to know what you expect to get out of this class."
"Instead? I want you to make stuff up. For the class today I want you to come up with the silliest identity you can come up with and then for your homework use it for each class and person you meet for the rest of the week. The more bizarre the better. Annnnnd for extra credit you can go introduce yourself to either Principal Washburn, Vice Principal Deadpool or Professor Skywalker. Need help? Let me give you an example:"
Jamie cleared his throat. "My name is Patches Jai-A-Lai Dinglefishpie. I was born in the wagon of a traveling show. My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw. Papa would do whatever he could. Preach a little gospel and sell a few bottles of Doctor Good."
Suddenly there was a group of dupes standing behind Jamie. And they sang:
Gypsies, tramps and thieves!
We'd hear it from the people of the town!
They'd call us gypsies, tramps and thieves!
But every night all the men would come aroooooound
And lay their money doooooooooooooown!
Jamie chuckled and then absorbed his dupes again. Yes. He was showing off.
"All right. That was my fake introduction. Let's hear yours."
The next thing the would probably notice is that the classroom was full of Jamie Madroxes. All of them had their hands in the air screaming "OOO! OOO! MR. MADROX! MR. MADROX!"
In front of the class, was the teacher leaning against the desk. "What is it class? Why are you so excited? Is it because it's the first day of class with me? Your teacher? The often duplicated and always replicated Jamie Madrox?"
The class in one voice all shouted "NO!"
Jamie's face frowned at the comment. That wasn't how it was supposed to go. "Then what is it?"
"WE ALL HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM!"
Jamie groaned and in a blink of an eye all the duplicates were pulled towards and absorbed into himself.
"Have a seat everyone," Jamie said motioning the class to take a seat. "We're going to keep this simple. As some of you may know, I was a student here. Possibly... a troublesome student."
That would be putting it mildly.
"And the one thing I know is that at this point in the week, most of you have introduced yourself. To your new roommate. To your new classmates. To your new teachers. To your old teachers. And the week is just about half over. So I don't want to hear who you are. I don't want you why you are here. I don't want to know what you expect to get out of this class."
"Instead? I want you to make stuff up. For the class today I want you to come up with the silliest identity you can come up with and then for your homework use it for each class and person you meet for the rest of the week. The more bizarre the better. Annnnnd for extra credit you can go introduce yourself to either Principal Washburn, Vice Principal Deadpool or Professor Skywalker. Need help? Let me give you an example:"
Jamie cleared his throat. "My name is Patches Jai-A-Lai Dinglefishpie. I was born in the wagon of a traveling show. My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw. Papa would do whatever he could. Preach a little gospel and sell a few bottles of Doctor Good."
Suddenly there was a group of dupes standing behind Jamie. And they sang:
Gypsies, tramps and thieves!
We'd hear it from the people of the town!
They'd call us gypsies, tramps and thieves!
But every night all the men would come aroooooound
And lay their money doooooooooooooown!
Jamie chuckled and then absorbed his dupes again. Yes. He was showing off.
"All right. That was my fake introduction. Let's hear yours."
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No thanks.
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Even if I knew who she was, I wouldn't admit it.
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Dark lady played black magic
Till the clock struck on the twelve
She told me more about me
Than I knew myself
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Huh?
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Whatever.
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Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
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... Oh please
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I... don't know music beyond anything in the last three or four years, mostly. Sorry.
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Oh no, it's in his kisss...!"
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...is not admitting to knowing any Cher lyrics.
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laaaaaaaaaaate...What?