fandomhigh | Public Speaking [Tuesday, February 19, 2013, 1st period]

"Good morning," Josh said, sipping from his cup of coffee at the front of the Danger Room, which for the moment was set up as a normal classroom. "Last week was the televised address of the annual State of the Union speech. You get extra credit if you watched it. Come to me after class and mention at least one proposal Obama made to prove it."

He smiled. "My friend Sam's a little busy with his own president at the moment, or else I would have dragged him over here to talk about how a State of the Union is written. It takes months of work, with stakes about as high as you can imagine. There are suggestions from every department in the government, former presidents, notable citizens, White House staff, the president himself...because you can't just send the guy up in front of the entire government and the whole country that's wondering where their Tuesday night dramas went and have him go 'soo....how's everyone doing? Good?'" Josh laughed. "Well, you could, but you would be extremely fired that night."

He glanced back down at his notes. "Your speeches for next week don't have to be nearly as involved. Pick an issue you are particularly passionate about and make a five minute persuavive speech trying to convince the rest of us why we should agree with you. Today, though, we'll work our people skills." He walked over and shifted the Danger Room's climate to look like the insde of a sandwich shop and began counting off the students. "You half will be the workers," he said, handing them super-attractive hairnets. "The other half are the customers. Customers, your job is to make extremely obnoxious requests. Workers, your job is to not kill the customers. After we've done that, Miss Marin, Mr. Ryan, you're up for press secretary duties."

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Workers, stand attentively here! Or be on a break for the entire class. Customers, place your orders!

Make it messy!

Kate was super thrilled with the hairnet. Also the situation in general. But she'd consider making you a sandwich.

"Hi," Arietty said, once she'd managed to scale the counter. "How large are you loaves of bread?"

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Sparkle was pretty certain the hairnet was a little much. Maybe. Were these even real sandwiches? Didn't he shellac his hair thoroughly enough with gel that morning to ensure that none of it was going to fall into the food even if the food was real?

Either way, he was standing at the counter, idly inspecting his nails. He might be convinced to serve you. But odds were it was going to take some work.

"I want a sandwich," Karla said, stepping up with her hauteur fully in place. "You know, one of the ones I saw on the teevee."

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Jessica was totally available to help people. If by 'available' you meant 'standing quite a bit behind the other workers so they'd get picked on first.'

She remembered Peter's dealings working at a fast food place. She was not in a hurry to relive it.

Two for the price of one!

Hanna stood at the podium, seemingly calm, preparing herself for whatever questions her classmates had for her.

Richie was woefully unprepared to be a press secretary. But let's face it, Richie was unprepared for most jobs.

Ask your questions!

Josh raised his hand immediately. "Why do orange conversation hearts taste like children's aspirin?"

"If conversation hearts want to be taken seriously as a candy, it needs an inferior flavor. All candies should aspire to greatness. Sometimes it means leaving the little candies behind," Hanna replied. "Similar to lime Skittles or brown M&Ms."

It's very possible she was listing her own candy aversions.

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"Why do you remember what children's aspirin tastes like at your age?" Richie countered.

"What's with the fixation on glitter?" Kate asked.

"Because the world is like a giant disco ball, constantly spinning and shiny," Hanna explained. "They don't work without glitter. Therefore, glitter is basically life. Its importance cannot be measured."

"Glitter subsidies are an integral part of our economy," Richie said. "We need to support the glitter industry."

"The lonely people," Lex said. "Where do they all come from, and where do they all belong?"

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"Who let the dogs out?" Jessica asked.

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Now I want a sandwich.

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