Warning: the purchase and consumption of Smart Water has absolutely no effect on one's ninja abilities

As I walked into fisix class this afternoon, I saw Mr. Giromini standing at the front of the room talking with Mr. Lyons. They continued to talk as the class filed in, Kyra H. coming in about three minutes before the start of class and taking her seat in the front row. Almost as soon as she sat down she realized she had forgotten something, and asked for permission to go get her water bottle. Mr. Lyons informed her that, because there were a few minutes left before class started, she was technically still on her own time and therefore could go where she wanted. "But do I have time?" she asked. "And what if I'm back thirty seconds late?" Mr. Giromini took the opportunity to assert that he would mark her tardy and have her suspended. However she did decide that she had enough time, despite having to go all the way to her car. When Mr. Giromini heard mention of the car he informed her that students were not allowed to go out to their cars during school hours. She protested, but he wouldn't change his mind.

By this point most of the time she had had was gone, leaving only about thirty seconds. She insisted that she was really thirsty and started to look for money in her bag. Once she had found it she headed for the door, Mr. Giromini reminding her of the threat of suspension. As she walked out and down the hall I heard him mutter, "You think I'm kidding..."

More than thirty seconds later she returned to find that, while class had officially started, Mr. Lyons and Mr. Giromini were still at the front of the room talking. Kyra sits closest to the door, but the path around her table to her seat was blocked by Mr. Giromini, standing with his back to the door. She placed her Smart Water on the table and hesitantly tried to find a way to circumvent him without drawing his attention (although he later claimed that he saw her all along). After faking right and left a few times she apparently decided that it was futile, as she quickly dove under the table and started crawling under table and chair alike. In retrospect it may be easy to point out that that managed to attract not only Mr. Giromini's attention but that of the entire class, but it must have seemed like a good idea at the time. Of course he heard the unmistakable sound of an IA student diving for cover quite clearly, and crept slowly around the table himself. At about the point where her knees were passing under the chair he leaned down and barked at her. And loudly, too. The crash that followed shortly thereafter (caused by her legs smashing into the chair in shock) was loud enough to startle nearly everyone in the room, myself included. When I looked over to see her flipped on her back under the chair, quickly getting up while trying to look as composed as possible, I laughed so hard I cried. Literally.

Seniors zero, Supreme Chancellor of Olympics one. (Mr. Giromini: In case it's not obvious, I do expect to be able to come back next year on Olympics day to find you with the crown, cape, and staff we discussed. It was your idea, after all.)