Bad Ass Bitch Survival Guide; Tuesday, Second Period [10/30].
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"Tomorrow's Halloween," Rosa informed the class by way of greeting from where she was perched on the top of the desk at the front of the classroom, "which means a lot of dumb costumes, too much candy, and, since it's on a Wednesday, maybe slightly less of a need for the class we did on hangovers. Slightly. But for the past five years, Halloween has also sort of meant something else back at my usual precinct, and that's a Heist. Now, since it's obviously clear I'm probably not going to get to participate in this year's," not that she cared or was a little bitter about it, or anything, "I'm living vicariously through you guys by making you do one. That's what all these last few lessons have been about: stealth, picking locks, distractions. You'll probably need them all if you have any intention of winning.
"The goal?" Rosa hopped off the desk, started pacing like a captain giving orders to her troops befre sending them out into battle. "A hatchet. I've planted a hatchet somewhere in one of the offices of your teachers. I'm not telling you where; I'm not giving you hints. The other teachers know you'll be riffling through their crap this week and some of them have taken steps to ensure that it's not too easy for you."
The fact that so many other teachers were willing to sacrifice their office for a whole week for some dumb game said an awful lot about just how much those offices got regular use, she felt.
"Of course, once the hatchet is found, that's no guarantee that it might not then be taken from you by one of your fellow students. It doesn't end when the hatchet is found; It starts as soon as I dismiss you from this class, and it ends next week, in this classroom, with whoever has it in her possession at that time. Fair warning, there is only one true hatchet; you'll know it when you see it, and a few decoys.
"And that's all you get." Rosa shrugged her shoulders. "No lesson today, just get started on planning. Ask me questions if you want before you go, but there's no guarantee I'll have an answer for you. You're on your own. Or not, if you decide to team up, but just remember, if you do, there still can only be one winner."
She folded her arms in front of her and looked at them with a faint note of expectation. "So, any one got questions?"
"The goal?" Rosa hopped off the desk, started pacing like a captain giving orders to her troops befre sending them out into battle. "A hatchet. I've planted a hatchet somewhere in one of the offices of your teachers. I'm not telling you where; I'm not giving you hints. The other teachers know you'll be riffling through their crap this week and some of them have taken steps to ensure that it's not too easy for you."
The fact that so many other teachers were willing to sacrifice their office for a whole week for some dumb game said an awful lot about just how much those offices got regular use, she felt.
"Of course, once the hatchet is found, that's no guarantee that it might not then be taken from you by one of your fellow students. It doesn't end when the hatchet is found; It starts as soon as I dismiss you from this class, and it ends next week, in this classroom, with whoever has it in her possession at that time. Fair warning, there is only one true hatchet; you'll know it when you see it, and a few decoys.
"And that's all you get." Rosa shrugged her shoulders. "No lesson today, just get started on planning. Ask me questions if you want before you go, but there's no guarantee I'll have an answer for you. You're on your own. Or not, if you decide to team up, but just remember, if you do, there still can only be one winner."
She folded her arms in front of her and looked at them with a faint note of expectation. "So, any one got questions?"