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Learnin' with Mr. Peanutbutter, Thursday, period 1
Mr. Peanutbutter was wearing glasses today. Not his sunglasses, no. Also, oddly, not his actual reading glasses. But a thick-framed set of prescriptionless glasses that he felt lent him a more scholarly air. He still hadn't received any notes on his performance in the first two episodes of the show, and he was starting to worry and make strange artistic choices.
Just wait until he decided to get himself a tweed jacket with elbow patches. It's gonna go great with his blue track pants and purple sneakers.
"Ah, welcome back, students!" he greeted when the bell rang. "It's time for another rousing educational adventure here at --" he looked to where he suspected one of the cameras might be hidden "-- Learnin' With Mr. Peanutbutter." He looked back at the class and adjusted his glasses. "Now I was thinking we ought to tackle math today. But I decided I still need to do a bit more research before I can really give that a proper go --" ie. he needed to rewatch Nice Bill Hunter again "-- so instead, let's take a look at a 'social' science high on everybody's minds in today's crazy culture: politics."
This would possibly end in tears.
"Now, I don't know a lot about politics, but I know what I like." He liked positive messages stated in self-important, commanding tones. "And I know that the way we tend to talk about politics these days can make them seem really tremendously boring." So boring. Why weren't the candidates talking more about sticks? They used to always talk about sticks. And speaking quietly. "It might seem to someone of your generation like modern politics has nothing to do with you. You just can't relate." The fact that to a large percentage of the class, modern politics really literally had nothing to do with them has still managed to elude him. "But if I've learned anything at all from Broadway, it's to project all the way to the back of the audience." He was great at projecting! "Also, that the way to make a political debate interesting is to make it into a rap battle. And rap is like poetry, only more fun! So today we're going to take those master poet skills we learned last week and apply them to the great political questions of our time!"
No, seriously, tears. Quite possibly Mr. Peanutbutter's.
Just wait until he decided to get himself a tweed jacket with elbow patches. It's gonna go great with his blue track pants and purple sneakers.
"Ah, welcome back, students!" he greeted when the bell rang. "It's time for another rousing educational adventure here at --" he looked to where he suspected one of the cameras might be hidden "-- Learnin' With Mr. Peanutbutter." He looked back at the class and adjusted his glasses. "Now I was thinking we ought to tackle math today. But I decided I still need to do a bit more research before I can really give that a proper go --" ie. he needed to rewatch Nice Bill Hunter again "-- so instead, let's take a look at a 'social' science high on everybody's minds in today's crazy culture: politics."
This would possibly end in tears.
"Now, I don't know a lot about politics, but I know what I like." He liked positive messages stated in self-important, commanding tones. "And I know that the way we tend to talk about politics these days can make them seem really tremendously boring." So boring. Why weren't the candidates talking more about sticks? They used to always talk about sticks. And speaking quietly. "It might seem to someone of your generation like modern politics has nothing to do with you. You just can't relate." The fact that to a large percentage of the class, modern politics really literally had nothing to do with them has still managed to elude him. "But if I've learned anything at all from Broadway, it's to project all the way to the back of the audience." He was great at projecting! "Also, that the way to make a political debate interesting is to make it into a rap battle. And rap is like poetry, only more fun! So today we're going to take those master poet skills we learned last week and apply them to the great political questions of our time!"
No, seriously, tears. Quite possibly Mr. Peanutbutter's.

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And she crossed her arms and stood in silence. Sullenly.
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"I guess," she groused. "I only really have one other class to judge it against. That one's pretty weird too. But less."
At least the teacher was human.
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