quaver.modicum
A rainy day dossier
Anecdote: PE Class
1st Year High School
Our final project for PE Class was for a dance presentation utilizing all that we have learned during the school year. It so happened that there were a bunch of guys who did not even realize that the presentation was that day. I was one of them. Long story short, we were fucked.
By default, since none of our asshole classmates wanted to take us in individually, we were grouped together. We didn’t have props as welk. As consolation, our teacher made us perform last (In retrospect, maybe to make fun of us?) so we could prepare. We had about an hour, and a textbook. Remember, we were a group of about 6 boys and only one had a textbook. Do you guys remember that drawings of footsteps that go like position 1, and so on? Since that was the easiest, we went for that.
How about our props? One of my evil genius classmates thought of the dirty ice cream sold near the canteen. Who were we to refuse ice cream? Our plan was to do the steps with out feet, and lick and move away from the ice cream in alternating steps. We thought it was funny and since we were fucked anyways, we went on with it. To jazz it all up, we decided to do the Evolution pose (Pro Wrestling Reference: Evolution was a stable comprised of Triple H, Ric Flair, Randy Orton, and Batista. They used to stand in one row and hold each other’s hands as they raised it in victory or mockery. Perfect) once we were done.
So we performed. None of us could take it seriously so it was just a bunch of boys laughing while eating ice cream. Again, we were fucked anyways, so, might as well.
Our teacher decided to have the other groups decide our grade. Each group would write a grade which woukd then be averaged and then averaged with 75 as punishment. In retrospect, again, it seems like an awfully complicated way to make fun of us. It was basically a mash up of Survivor and Pontius Pilate.
The final grade? 85. We did the Evolution Pose again when it was announced, this time only the tip of the ice cream cones remaining.
Not bad for an afternoon of laughter and ice cream.
- Nate
