Steven Spielberg Presents: History!, Monday, Period 4

[yakkoyaks]

With this being the first class, the students probably had some kind of expectation that their teacher would be on time. But no, the only thing at the front of the classroom was the teacher's desk and, next to it, a water cooler with a small WB logo on the plastic water jug.

Then the jug started to shake while music filled the room. After a few

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Re: Sing Your History

[upmysleeve]

Ace made a face, but it was an apologetic one; she liked the idea; it was just... "I really can't sing. Like really."

Still, sure, she'd give it a go.

"The nineteen eighties are when I come from; my name is Ace!
Born in London but somehow ended in outer space...
Shut up, shut up, I hear you cry--
I said I can't sing, didn't I?

...So I'll just do that before somebody punches me in the face."

That last line didn't scan to the tune of Red, Red Robin, no. Could've been worse, though; she could've gone for We All Follow the Charlton and eschewed any attempt at a tune whatsoever.

Actually, come to think of it, that might've sounded better.

Re: Sing Your History

[yakkoyaks]

"Now, now, now, Ace. We have a no face punch rule in this class," Yakko said very gently. "If you need to punch somebody in the face, wait until the bell rings and you're in the hallway. If you feel like you may be punched in the face at that time, you may check out one of the communal face masks."

He opened up a desk drawer and a coat rack filled with hockey and catchers' masks popped up, along with a sign-out sheet on a clipboard.