It would be pretty evident to nearly anyone walking into the classroom that day that Rosa's mood was not...the best, one of anger simmering just below the barely-held-together surface. Enough that she almost wanted to cancel class today, but, whatever, there were only two more classes left, she could pull two more classes out of her butt just to say that she did it, and it wasn't the class that was making her angry, anyway. It was this goddamn island.

"So we were going to do something awesome today," she informed the class through a tight jaw, "that involved a lot of daggers and knives. But, of course...."

She plopped a bulk of something in black cloth on the desk at the front of the classroom, which should have made a very satisfying clunk of metal, and did no such thing, as she rolled the cloth away to reveal an impressive collection of candy canes of all shapes and sizes and colors. Which she angrily gestured to and would let that speak for itself.

Only four days in, and Rosa was already tired of your shit, December.

"So instead we're doing knots." Where was she hiding all that rope that she now plopped on top of the candy canes? Who even knew? "Knots are important to know, because it's easier to get out of one if you know how it works." Because so many people spent enough of their lives needing to get out of being tied to something, obviously. "So we're going to go over some knots everyone should know and how to make them. And then I'm splitting you up into pairs, one of you will tie the other one up to a chair while the person tied up tries to figure out how to get out of it. If you have time, you can keep switching and trying different knots."

With a curled lip, she glared down at the candy canes. "Without the use of a blade. Obviously."