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Bad Ass Bitch Survival Guide; Friday, First Period [12/20]
Rosa had actually gotten back oh-so-handwavily Wednesday night, but she'd spent all day yesterday simply enjoying the solitutde of her arpartment and the company of her dog, because the job they'd pulled her in for back home involved a stake-out. With Charles Boyle. For a whole week. And, sure, the guy had once taken a bullet to the butt for her and she actually did like him, for the most part, but being around Boyle for an hour was taking, much less a week, so, yeah, she was definitely going to revel in not having to deal with anyone except her stupid dog for a while.
And then head to her last class. Just in time for the mistletoe, too. Thankfully, it seemed to at least have some concept of decency and boundaries by avoiding the classroom...although maybe it might have something to do with the fact that Rosa, sitting at the desk up front, feet on the table, was also armed with her flamethrower today.
Overkill?
Maybe.
But it was the small flamethrower!
Either way, she was there, and she assumed her students would be there, too, and eventually she got started.
"Okay," she said, "it's the last class. It's that stupid mistletoe day, and I'm sure you guys don't want to be here any more than I do, so we'll make this quick and easy. All you gotta do is tell me why you think you deserve to pass this class as a bad ass bitch."
Especially if you actually cooperated with the substitute teacher these last few weeks. Who even does that?
"That's it. Who wants to go first?"
And then head to her last class. Just in time for the mistletoe, too. Thankfully, it seemed to at least have some concept of decency and boundaries by avoiding the classroom...although maybe it might have something to do with the fact that Rosa, sitting at the desk up front, feet on the table, was also armed with her flamethrower today.
Overkill?
Maybe.
But it was the small flamethrower!
Either way, she was there, and she assumed her students would be there, too, and eventually she got started.
"Okay," she said, "it's the last class. It's that stupid mistletoe day, and I'm sure you guys don't want to be here any more than I do, so we'll make this quick and easy. All you gotta do is tell me why you think you deserve to pass this class as a bad ass bitch."
Especially if you actually cooperated with the substitute teacher these last few weeks. Who even does that?
"That's it. Who wants to go first?"

Re: Final Exam - BABSG, 12/20.
"Well, then, there you go," she said. "So it doesn't really matter if you tell me or not. But it'd be nice," she shrugged, "I guess."
Re: Final Exam - BABSG, 12/20.
Mae smirked a little. "Are you admitting to caring about something?"
Re: Final Exam - BABSG, 12/20.
Re: Final Exam - BABSG, 12/20.
“. . . Yes. That is clearly the only thing to do.”
She definitely hadn’t planned anything of the sort.
“The sub was a tool by the way. And weirdly obsessed with mooses.”
Re: Final Exam - BABSG, 12/20.
"Yeah, sorry about that," she said, her tone almost holding a hint of actual apology. "I'd normally have gotten Blackstone to cover, but she had her own thing she was taking care of."
And had gotten a much better sub, in her opinion, but that was beside the point.
Re: Final Exam - BABSG, 12/20.
Mae nodded, brightening again. "Her sub was hilarious. He kept catching on fire!"
Re: Final Exam - BABSG, 12/20.
In part for the reminder that Beaker had been one of her favorite students even though she was pretty sure she never actually had him in any of her classes (and maybe that was why), and in part because it really was a damn shame that her sub hadn't been the one to catch on fire.
Can't win 'em all, she supposed.
"I'm sure Blackstone'll appreciate that you guys had fun."
Facepalms. There would be so, so many facepalms.
And a weird sense of pride.