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  <title>Fandom High School</title>
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      <name>http://onepunchguy.livejournal.com/</name>
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    <title>Sensitivity Training, Thursday, September 1st</title>
    <published>2011-09-01T16:32:00Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-01T16:32:00Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Posted by: &lt;span lj:user='onepunchguy.livejournal.com' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.dreamwidth.org/profile?userid=1148117&amp;amp;t=I'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png' alt='[identity profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://onepunchguy.livejournal.com/' rel='nofollow'&gt;&lt;b&gt;onepunchguy.livejournal.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say Guy wasn't pleased with his latest class subject was possibly the tiniest bit of an understatement. He &lt;i&gt;liked&lt;/i&gt; teaching gym class, damn it. It never involved pointless talk about how getting beamed by a dodgeball made you &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; as a person. But he'd soldier on and plot his revenge on Kyle.&lt;s&gt;Maybe some lava blood....&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Obviously this is sensitivity training," he said once the classroom was filled. "Now, we're not going to have a drum circle or anything to discuss the oppression we all feel, okay? Let's just call this 'How to not be a jerk' instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust him, he was an expert on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll get into that touchie feelie crap later on, so you won't need and tissues today. It's your first day, so let's go easy. Tell everyone your name, where you're from and what you wanna learn here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that he needed the class ideas or anything. Not at all. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=fandomhigh&amp;ditemid=2895577" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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