Um, my 3rd grade original playground dances were NOT UNLIKE The Michael Scarn.
*The title of this post is lyrics from one of those original dances.
(I know it's backwards, and not great quality, but it just is too good)
I started laughing to tears the moment he started, replayed it over and over and over: ALL TOO FAMILIAR.
But, too bad no one messed up the steps so he wasn't given any chance to explosively "FIRE" them. Yes, guilty. I recall teacher confrontation due to some girls we upset (i.e. "You can't just fire people").
What can I say? We demanded excellence.
Good times. Little tyrants, we were.
I knew there'd be a GIF made soon enough! Thanks Tara!