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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."
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."
Re: Step right up!
Sparkle gave his butt a little shake to demonstrate, a shit-eating grin on his face. Screwing with wealthy snots, even in a class roleplay scenario, was kind of his thing.
"Me, I'm watching my girlish figure."
Re: Step right up!
Re: Step right up!
"Yeah, well. Can't win 'em all. You must be looking for that diet one, then?" Even if the thought of calling her overweight was laughable. So, so laughable. "The veggie patty on the tofu bun with the salad and the diet Coke?"
Two could play at this one, Karla. Oh yes. And just to really hit his point home, he was going to casually stick his pinky finger up his nose and start digging around for buried treasure. You may continue placing your order now, Karla.
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Hell, if she'd just been ordering for herself, she probably would have gone with the super-huge burger and hoped that it went to her chest, not her ass.
"Well..." She made a big show of thinking about it, then shook her head. "No, not that one, either. What else do you have?"
And then he--EUGH. THIS HAD BETTER BE FOR SHOW, SPARKLE.
"And I'll be watching you wash your hands before you make your burger!"
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It was completely for show. Sparkle didn't usually go picking his nose for kicks. But her reaction was kind of hilarious, so he was kind of delighting in inspecting his fingernail and whatever he'd managed to pull out with it.
Nothing, really, because he wasn't actually searching for anything interesting up there, but he was going to mime idly flicking it in any old direction anyhow.