I figured why not. Maybe it would clear my mind a bit and, if I liked it, be a small step in getting back on track to doing something worthwhile. Right away both of us knew something weird was going on when the class stood up and gave the instructor a standing ovation when she entered the room. One would have thought she was so great she invented a cure for cancer or something. The teacher was a fat black woman named Janet who thought she was the second coming. Apparently she had her students believing it. At the end of the class a scenario took place that scared the shit out of the both of us. A couple was in front of the class and acting out a fight scene. Janet wasn’t convinced and rebuked the couple on their lackluster performance. “There was no feeling there, no passion!” Janet raged. “We felt nothing!” She than proceeded to tell the guy to slap the girl across the face, a suggestion he rebuffed. “I want to see a real knock-down, drag-out fight!” Janet roared. “Slap her across the face!”
