Group Stress Relief
Helllooooooo, flist. Some of you fine ladies and gentlemen seem to be having shitty days lately. I am here to bring you group stress relief. Now, even if your days have only been mildly shitty, or heck, even if they've turned from shitty to awesome, you're encouraged to play along. The more the merrier.
Now, once upon a time when PJ was in high school, there was this fantastic teacher. We'll call him Mr. Brown. Now, Mr. Brown taught the Junior Year nerd track. And Junior was when we started having AP classes and SATs and all the college info started rolling in... and chemistry. *shudder*
Needless to say, we juniors were often a stressed bunch. Now, Mr. Brown had a few tricks up his sleeve to help us stressed little kids (well, WE thought we were stressed anyway.... oh, hindsight...). Anyway, once or twice a quarter, Mr. Brown would stand at the front of the class, with his fists in the air. From the second he opened his fists to the second he closed them, our entire class (oh, yes, our entire class... half girls at least, God bless Mr. Brown) screamed. At the top of our lungs. Damn fine stress relief.
( Ready? Take a deep breath! )
Now, once upon a time when PJ was in high school, there was this fantastic teacher. We'll call him Mr. Brown. Now, Mr. Brown taught the Junior Year nerd track. And Junior was when we started having AP classes and SATs and all the college info started rolling in... and chemistry. *shudder*
Needless to say, we juniors were often a stressed bunch. Now, Mr. Brown had a few tricks up his sleeve to help us stressed little kids (well, WE thought we were stressed anyway.... oh, hindsight...). Anyway, once or twice a quarter, Mr. Brown would stand at the front of the class, with his fists in the air. From the second he opened his fists to the second he closed them, our entire class (oh, yes, our entire class... half girls at least, God bless Mr. Brown) screamed. At the top of our lungs. Damn fine stress relief.
( Ready? Take a deep breath! )