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fandomhigh2019-09-13 06:29 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomhigh2019-09-13 06:29 am
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Bad Ass Bitch Survival Guide; Friday, First Period [09/13].
Rosa was leaning on the front of the desk at the front of the classroom when everyone filed in, eyes on her watch, waiting for the exact second she could start this class because that would put her closer to the exact second she could end it. So as soon as the time hit, she got to work, whether the students were there and ready or not.
"Okay," she said. "This week was going to be a self-defense unit," because she was pretty much just going off the scribbled-down notes for a syllabus from last year (ugh) she'd found on a post-it note in her desk in her dust-collecting office the other day, "but this semester's already got a whole class on that, and I think they pretty much did the same thing I was going to do yesterday, so we're doing first-aid instead. Which actually makes sense to do that one first, because, that way, when we do get around to self-defense, if any of you idiots end up hurting yourselves, hey, lucky you, your classmates'll know how to help. It'll just be a matter of if they'll want to.
"Now I know some of you," no, she wasn't glaring at anyone wearing a pair of stupid gloves right now, why would you say that?, "probably come from highly advanced societies where you could probably, like, take a pill and start growing limbs back or whatever, but guess what? You're not there now. And I'm sure some of you," she didn't know who exactly to glare at there, probably Lana, so that one came as a more general one overall, "have magic, or whatever, that can heal shit, but, you know, it's still good to know how to do some of this stuff in a more practical way so you don't....waste your magic points, or whatever."
Rosa had no idea how magic worked.
Rosa didn't really care, either.
"Either way, if you're going to be bad ass, you've got to know how to take care of yourself and others in an emergency, because, more than likely, if you're bad ass, you're going to get roughed up a bit here and there or be put into potentially dangeorus situations. So today, we're going to go over three skills that'll be useful when shit goes down and you get to cut through all the choatic crap and be cool as hell saving people and possibly also gaining a life debt from someone that you can hold over their head pretty much for all eternity.
"We're going to go over cleaning and dressing a wound, how to make an emergency splint, and how to treat various degrees of burns. If you know how to do all of these already, good for you, you've very cool, now help out your less-cool classmates, or whatever."
So she went through what to do with each instance, demonstrating on herself where applicable, and then shrugged. "All three of these things could perminently injure or disfigure a person if you don't do it right, but, you know, no pressure or anything. If you have any further questions, I'm sure you can go bug someone at the clinic, or whatever." Since she didn't have an antagonistic but cute medical professional to try to foist them at around anymore, dang.
The oh-so-sweet smile she tried there lasted a flash of a second. "Okay, so, pair up. Or group up, or whatver, since there's an uneven number of you. But basically, I don't care how you do it, just practice these skills on each other, try not to mess anything up too badly, and if you need me to go over anything again, I will. Any questions?"
If there were, maybe she might not even make a big deal out of it, either.
Maybe.
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"Okay," she said. "This week was going to be a self-defense unit," because she was pretty much just going off the scribbled-down notes for a syllabus from last year (ugh) she'd found on a post-it note in her desk in her dust-collecting office the other day, "but this semester's already got a whole class on that, and I think they pretty much did the same thing I was going to do yesterday, so we're doing first-aid instead. Which actually makes sense to do that one first, because, that way, when we do get around to self-defense, if any of you idiots end up hurting yourselves, hey, lucky you, your classmates'll know how to help. It'll just be a matter of if they'll want to.
"Now I know some of you," no, she wasn't glaring at anyone wearing a pair of stupid gloves right now, why would you say that?, "probably come from highly advanced societies where you could probably, like, take a pill and start growing limbs back or whatever, but guess what? You're not there now. And I'm sure some of you," she didn't know who exactly to glare at there, probably Lana, so that one came as a more general one overall, "have magic, or whatever, that can heal shit, but, you know, it's still good to know how to do some of this stuff in a more practical way so you don't....waste your magic points, or whatever."
Rosa had no idea how magic worked.
Rosa didn't really care, either.
"Either way, if you're going to be bad ass, you've got to know how to take care of yourself and others in an emergency, because, more than likely, if you're bad ass, you're going to get roughed up a bit here and there or be put into potentially dangeorus situations. So today, we're going to go over three skills that'll be useful when shit goes down and you get to cut through all the choatic crap and be cool as hell saving people and possibly also gaining a life debt from someone that you can hold over their head pretty much for all eternity.
"We're going to go over cleaning and dressing a wound, how to make an emergency splint, and how to treat various degrees of burns. If you know how to do all of these already, good for you, you've very cool, now help out your less-cool classmates, or whatever."
So she went through what to do with each instance, demonstrating on herself where applicable, and then shrugged. "All three of these things could perminently injure or disfigure a person if you don't do it right, but, you know, no pressure or anything. If you have any further questions, I'm sure you can go bug someone at the clinic, or whatever." Since she didn't have an antagonistic but cute medical professional to try to foist them at around anymore, dang.
The oh-so-sweet smile she tried there lasted a flash of a second. "Okay, so, pair up. Or group up, or whatver, since there's an uneven number of you. But basically, I don't care how you do it, just practice these skills on each other, try not to mess anything up too badly, and if you need me to go over anything again, I will. Any questions?"
If there were, maybe she might not even make a big deal out of it, either.
Maybe.
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