Interdisciplinary Studies or Whatever, Class 4, Friday, Period 3 (Galactica Point)
It was EFFING hot out.
So, today was all about swimming, and Squall was waiting for the students at Galactica Point. He had handwavily informed them to meet him there wearing swim wear and carrying towels. ...Of course, this is Squall, so your character might not have gotten the memo. Your choice.
He greeted them wearing only a pair of black swim trunks and his short-sleeve, midriff-baring leather jacket. And his necklace, of course. Never takes that thing off. "Okay. So. Today you're going to learn how to swim. Unless you already know how, in which case you're going to laugh with me at the people who almost drown. The important thing to remember is that this is brackish water, so it's going to be easier to float, but it's going to sting if you get it in your eyes. Now, everybody into the water."
Squall tossed his jacket on the sand, waded out until he was a little more than waist deep and turned to face them again. "Okay, stop. Everybody practice floating or whatever. Just lean back and float face-up."
After not nearly enough time, he called out "Okay, stop! Now. You've got four basic strokes -- the easy ones are the crawl, or "freestyle", the backstroke, and the breaststroke. He demonstrated each of them for the students. And there's also the butterfly stroke, but I'm not going to teach it to you because it's hard." He shrugged.
"So. There's a white buoy out there." He pointed. It's out there, about 50 yards, but it's small and the waves make it hard to see. "Swim out there, touch it, and come back."
"Oh, and don't drown."
[Wait for OCD]
So, today was all about swimming, and Squall was waiting for the students at Galactica Point. He had handwavily informed them to meet him there wearing swim wear and carrying towels. ...Of course, this is Squall, so your character might not have gotten the memo. Your choice.
He greeted them wearing only a pair of black swim trunks and his short-sleeve, midriff-baring leather jacket. And his necklace, of course. Never takes that thing off. "Okay. So. Today you're going to learn how to swim. Unless you already know how, in which case you're going to laugh with me at the people who almost drown. The important thing to remember is that this is brackish water, so it's going to be easier to float, but it's going to sting if you get it in your eyes. Now, everybody into the water."
Squall tossed his jacket on the sand, waded out until he was a little more than waist deep and turned to face them again. "Okay, stop. Everybody practice floating or whatever. Just lean back and float face-up."
After not nearly enough time, he called out "Okay, stop! Now. You've got four basic strokes -- the easy ones are the crawl, or "freestyle", the backstroke, and the breaststroke. He demonstrated each of them for the students. And there's also the butterfly stroke, but I'm not going to teach it to you because it's hard." He shrugged.
"So. There's a white buoy out there." He pointed. It's out there, about 50 yards, but it's small and the waves make it hard to see. "Swim out there, touch it, and come back."
"Oh, and don't drown."
[Wait for OCD]