"Rory! Over here!"
Looking furtively around the gymnasium, Rory spotted Summer and her cronies beckoning eagerly to her.
"Ugh! I can't believe we have do gymnastics!"
"I know! I mean, the boys get soccer!"
"How totally racial!"
"I think you mean sexist," Rory added helpfully.
"Whatever."
Their conversation was interrupted by the teacher.
"Good morning, class. Because it is now required that we add physical education into our curriculum by the state of Connecticut, we will just have to bear through it. I have invited a few trainers to aid us through the unit of gymnastics. Meet Wanda, Bruce, Lyka…" The trainers filed through the door as she drone on with the list of names. "First, we will have you go trough a preliminary testing in which you will perform the movements called for. An instructor will perform it before you are asked to do so. At the end of class you will each be called up individually to showcase the parts of the routine you picked up."
"Oh boy," Rory inhaled sharply. She was never one for athletics.
The music began and the instructors began a complex series of twirls, jumps and somersaults. When they had finished the intricate dance, they looked at the wide-eyed students who bewilderedly tried to imitate their movements. It ended in a pile of dizzy students who had collapsed in a heap. The teacher groaned her dissatisfaction. "Again!"
It had been difficult to say the least, but she and her mother and choreographed some "unique" dances over the summer which had called for amazing flexibility. Rory had picked up the skill of catching rhythms because of it as well.
"I think it was more like this," she demonstrated to the girl next to her.
The began the routine and was so absorbed in it, she didn't realize everyone had stopped already.
"Rory Gilmore. Would you like to come up and show us?"
"Oh, I was just… you see, I was only…"
"Come on, Rory. Are you afraid?"
Rory pivoted to face Paris. Her eyes were narrowed in triumph. Lifting her head with confidence she didn't really feel, Rory declared, "I'll give it a shot."
Looking furtively around the gymnasium, Rory spotted Summer and her cronies beckoning eagerly to her.
"Ugh! I can't believe we have do gymnastics!"
"I know! I mean, the boys get soccer!"
"How totally racial!"
"I think you mean sexist," Rory added helpfully.
"Whatever."
Their conversation was interrupted by the teacher.
"Good morning, class. Because it is now required that we add physical education into our curriculum by the state of Connecticut, we will just have to bear through it. I have invited a few trainers to aid us through the unit of gymnastics. Meet Wanda, Bruce, Lyka…" The trainers filed through the door as she drone on with the list of names. "First, we will have you go trough a preliminary testing in which you will perform the movements called for. An instructor will perform it before you are asked to do so. At the end of class you will each be called up individually to showcase the parts of the routine you picked up."
"Oh boy," Rory inhaled sharply. She was never one for athletics.
The music began and the instructors began a complex series of twirls, jumps and somersaults. When they had finished the intricate dance, they looked at the wide-eyed students who bewilderedly tried to imitate their movements. It ended in a pile of dizzy students who had collapsed in a heap. The teacher groaned her dissatisfaction. "Again!"
It had been difficult to say the least, but she and her mother and choreographed some "unique" dances over the summer which had called for amazing flexibility. Rory had picked up the skill of catching rhythms because of it as well.
"I think it was more like this," she demonstrated to the girl next to her.
The began the routine and was so absorbed in it, she didn't realize everyone had stopped already.
"Rory Gilmore. Would you like to come up and show us?"
"Oh, I was just… you see, I was only…"
"Come on, Rory. Are you afraid?"
Rory pivoted to face Paris. Her eyes were narrowed in triumph. Lifting her head with confidence she didn't really feel, Rory declared, "I'll give it a shot."