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Badass Bitch Survival Guide; Tuesday, First Period [10/20].
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died8yearsagoThe main problem with the fall trip was that it usually meant Rosa had one less class lesson to really prep her students for the main October event, but she could still manage to hit some of the highlights before getting down to the real brass tacks next week. Stealth didn't seem to be a problem for most of them, and she had a feeling this one might already be in some of their wheelhouses, too, but oh well.
She came into the classroom carrying a large black duffel back, clearly heavy by the way she tried not to show that she strained as she lifted it, then clunked it down on the desk in front with a lot of clattering. "Today's a pretty important skill," she started, "that I'm willing to bet my next paycheck that a good number of you already know, but it's always good to practice and maybe help out those of you who aren't already little badass delinquents, and also might be helpful for something next week. And that skill's gonna be lockpicking."
At which point Rosa unzipped the bag, turned it over, and sent a cascade of various different locks....door locks, car locks, pad locks, digital locks, puzzle locks...onto the desk and onto the floor. And then she pulled out a few lock picking kits, a sleeve of bobby pins, a few wire hangers, and some pocket knives.
"You never know when you'll accidentally forget your keys or whatever and be locked out of your house, your apartment, your car, you safety deposit box....or when you'll be locked in somewhere and need to get out." Guess which happened more often, go on, guess! "And those are pretty much the only two situations where this very useful skill would ever come in handy. Obviously, nothing else, but if you do get it in your little brains to practice around the island...just remember how bored the cops around here are.
"Now," she said, "there are a few different techniques and methods, and each lock is slightly different, so it's good to try a lot of different ways..." She then launched into some demonstrations, with some different locks, different tools, as easily and matter-of-factly as someone else might be teaching mathematics or biology, and ended with a rousing and surely inspiring moment of, "And when in doubt....just smash it," which involved showing just how well the butt of a pistol can smash a lock if you hit it just right.
"There," she concluded, "now you'll never have to worry about being locked out of your house or apartment or car again, which is the only situation in which this skill will probably ever be used."
That emphasis was the closest thing to a wink Rosa was ever going to get. They were smart kids. They could figure it out.
"Any questions? If not, we'll spend the rest of the hour just trying different locks or tools, or sharing if you've got any other methods that I haven't already covered that doesn't involve, like, magic that is clearly an individual you that thing that can't really be useful to anyone else..."
She came into the classroom carrying a large black duffel back, clearly heavy by the way she tried not to show that she strained as she lifted it, then clunked it down on the desk in front with a lot of clattering. "Today's a pretty important skill," she started, "that I'm willing to bet my next paycheck that a good number of you already know, but it's always good to practice and maybe help out those of you who aren't already little badass delinquents, and also might be helpful for something next week. And that skill's gonna be lockpicking."
At which point Rosa unzipped the bag, turned it over, and sent a cascade of various different locks....door locks, car locks, pad locks, digital locks, puzzle locks...onto the desk and onto the floor. And then she pulled out a few lock picking kits, a sleeve of bobby pins, a few wire hangers, and some pocket knives.
"You never know when you'll accidentally forget your keys or whatever and be locked out of your house, your apartment, your car, you safety deposit box....or when you'll be locked in somewhere and need to get out." Guess which happened more often, go on, guess! "And those are pretty much the only two situations where this very useful skill would ever come in handy. Obviously, nothing else, but if you do get it in your little brains to practice around the island...just remember how bored the cops around here are.
"Now," she said, "there are a few different techniques and methods, and each lock is slightly different, so it's good to try a lot of different ways..." She then launched into some demonstrations, with some different locks, different tools, as easily and matter-of-factly as someone else might be teaching mathematics or biology, and ended with a rousing and surely inspiring moment of, "And when in doubt....just smash it," which involved showing just how well the butt of a pistol can smash a lock if you hit it just right.
"There," she concluded, "now you'll never have to worry about being locked out of your house or apartment or car again, which is the only situation in which this skill will probably ever be used."
That emphasis was the closest thing to a wink Rosa was ever going to get. They were smart kids. They could figure it out.
"Any questions? If not, we'll spend the rest of the hour just trying different locks or tools, or sharing if you've got any other methods that I haven't already covered that doesn't involve, like, magic that is clearly an individual you that thing that can't really be useful to anyone else..."