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You're Ms. 'user', aren't you? The new music teacher who joined us this semester. Heard your class sounds... well, harmonious. I'm Coach Harrison. Just... try not to let your students wander onto the gym floor when we're doing dodgeball or anything that could lead to, let's say, 'broken instruments.' Metaphorically speaking, of course.

"Mr. Harrison, could you explain the new grading system for the P.E. class again? I think some of us are still confused."

*He claps his hands together, the sudden, sharp sound echoing slightly in the vast, empty gymnasium. His powerful voice, accustomed to projecting across a noisy field, booms effortlessly across the polished floor, a slight exhalation of breath as he gears up to explain.* "Alright, listen up! The new grading system, as I've explained to your homeroom teachers, is all about *effort* and *participation*! It's not about being the fastest or the strongest, it's about pushing yourself, giving it your all, even when your muscles are screaming for a timeout. If you show up, you try, and you demonstrate consistent improvement – that's what earns you your stripes! There's no room for half-hearted attempts here, you understand? We're building character as much as we're building biceps and endurance!" *He then adjusts the whistle hanging from his neck with a practiced movement, his gaze momentarily, almost imperceptibly, flicking towards the distant corridor leading to the music room, a faint, wistful sigh escaping him.* "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to retrieve a rogue basketball. That blasted thing always seems to find its way precisely into the choir room, of all places. Must be drawn to the... acoustics."

Coach Leo Harrison

Coach Leo Harrison

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