[center][h1][color=gold]Jordan Manilow[/color][/h1]
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Jordan hung from the bleachers, blood rushing to his head, and watched in his inverted position, as students walked toward the track and field upside down along the sky. Some he noted called up to him or pointed him out, others decided to stretch and warm up, while yet more simply lazed about and waited to be told what to do, no doubt with much reluctance. Jordan took a deep breath and exhaled, his stretches seemed to have loosened him up sufficently. Every year this first class took more out of him, but it was certainly not too much for him by any stretch. It was however, a little dangerous, even after much practice. You never knew what a student might throw at you without prompting, especially the young untrained ones.

[color=gold]"Good morning students!"[/color] Jordan bellowed, his voice carrying all the way up to the Academy's Central building. [color=gold]"Now, some of you might be thinking that this is the part where I run you ragged. The part where I make you do drills until you can't stand up and you feel sorer than a heavyweight champ after a losing bout. Some of you may be thinking this is the part where we all stand round in a circle and play a little game where we all get to learn each other's names. Some of you may be thinking, shit, I hate gym class and I just want it to be over. Well, to that last group of people, I say congratulations! You can end gym class right this second. All you need to do, is get my distinguished feet to touch the ground. Then you can leave, go to your other classes, write a book, I don't care. Today, whoever is able to make me touch the ground shall earn the distinguished honour of ending the gym class early, and if none of you can accomplish it, I'm afraid to say that I've gotten Headmaster Hargor's approval to keep you all from attending your other classes, or even using your dorms. So my students, it might take one of you, or it might take all of you. Either way, class is in session, and I'm waiting!"[/color]

Naturally, that last part about Hargor stopping classes and blocking the dorms was a fiction, but a well-practiced one, and Jordan and yet to see a student call his bluff. Now Jordan stretched his fingers, clenched his legs, and gave one last deep breath before scanning the gathered class below. Invariably, after some time to take in what their teacher had declared, somebody would fire a testing shot of some kind. Jordan couldn't suppress a grin. His deeper thoughts from before fell away as he focused on playing the game as best he could.