Emalyn, after turning away from the sight of the Professor's torn trousers, rolled her eyes before getting on top of her desk. Why yes, she WOULD get on top of her desk. It sounded like a splendid idea at the moment.
She reached for the ceiling, even though she wasn't anywhere near it still.

This isn't much of a stretch, she thought, sighing. She started a half-moon pose on top of the desk. Now THIS was stretching. Ouuuuchh, yes it was.

She stood straight again and jumped off the desk with too much force, forcing her ankles to give way and make her sway on the spot for a moment before clutching the desk and moving carefully back into her seat again. No need to have points taken away for being clumsy.