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fandomhigh2018-10-16 05:33 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomhigh2018-10-16 05:33 am
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Bad Ass Bitch Survival Guide; Tuesday, Second Period [10/16].
Sure. the whole reason Rosa got to go on a trip to Greece in the first place was because she was a teacher now, yet she somehow almost forgot that she had a class to teach. Thankfully, she actually had a plan for this particular month, which meant she was pretty much set with everything already, and she had to admit, she could kind of see why all those nerds like Amy actually bothered with things like planning and thinking ahead.
She probably wouldn't bother with it more often than not, but she could at least see why some people might like it.
Rosa came into the classroom a little bit late, because sometimes you wanted to make an entrance and sometimes you also smashed your alarm clock again your wall, too. She carried with her 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. "Okay," she said, "today's a pretty important skill 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 bad ass delinquents. 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 logs, digital locks, bagels and lox (oh, so that's where her breakfast wound up)...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, the cops in town literally have a roster with each and every one of your names on it."
She didn't quite know which name went with which person, but it would be a hell of a way to start figuring it out.
"Now," she said, "a few 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."
Because, hey, teachers could learn, too.
She probably wouldn't bother with it more often than not, but she could at least see why some people might like it.
Rosa came into the classroom a little bit late, because sometimes you wanted to make an entrance and sometimes you also smashed your alarm clock again your wall, too. She carried with her 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. "Okay," she said, "today's a pretty important skill 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 bad ass delinquents. 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 logs, digital locks, bagels and lox (oh, so that's where her breakfast wound up)...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, the cops in town literally have a roster with each and every one of your names on it."
She didn't quite know which name went with which person, but it would be a hell of a way to start figuring it out.
"Now," she said, "a few 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."
Because, hey, teachers could learn, too.
Sign In - BABSG, 10/16.
Well, you can, but you shouldn't.
Unless they deserve it.
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Listen to the Lecture - BABSG, 10/16.
Re: Listen to the Lecture - BABSG, 10/16.
There were days when she wasn't sure she would, like that time the teacher singled out her lekku as easy-to-grab. But today? Vette loved this class.
Re: Listen to the Lecture - BABSG, 10/16.
play weird mini-gameshack all the locks instead.)Buuuuuuuuuuut why just rely on the one or two boring methods when you could learn new (or, well, old) ones too? It was important to have a bunch of tools at your disposal.
So yes, Peebee was listening very intently. And taking notes, even.
Class Activity - BABSG, 10/16.
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That said, a few of these things actually were new to her, and she took to cracking them like a very enthusiastic duck to water. She was basically in her element, here. Vette had found her happy place.
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Oh well. She was enjoying herself anyway, and occasionally muttering things like "Come on, little tumbler, just a liiiiiiiiiiiiiittle bit m -- there you go!"
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She still did it easily.
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And kinda sweary about it, under her breath.
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Well, at least she was capable of patience.
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"Oh, come on you stupid--" she muttered, grimacing in frustration as she tried again. "I know I've got this right just--"
Which would be when the lock she'd been working with sparked and crumpled inwards and broke, because she'd been so busy focusing on getting it right that she forgot to use 'gentle hands' and, well, with the way her Semblance worked, Yang had to make a conscious moment-to-moment choice not to be stronger than the average bear.
"Uh, anyone got another one?" she asked, holding it up sheepishly. "Sorry."
Talk to Rosa - BABSG, 10/16.
OOC - BABSG, 10/16.