When the students got into the BABSG classroom that morning, they'd find a message scrawled out on the board:

Being a bad ass bitch means not doing crap you don't want to just because you're expect to.

Like this class.

No class today. But go ahead and grab some food. Or not. Do whatever you want to do. That's the lesson.

And on the desk at the front of the room was a large tray of what looked like wrapped sandwiches from one of the restaurants in town.

Looks like 'meatball sub' won out after all.

Just don't mind the little nanny cam Rosa rigged up and hid to see who took one and who didn't, for no reason, definitely nothing that will be used in a future class or anything.

Rosa, meanwhile, was already racing down the causeway on her bike and heading north. She had a memorial to get to, anyway.