The students would have received instructions to meet in a classroom that morning...no, not the danger shop classroom that might have been funny if it was anyone else doing it, but an actual classroom, and they would be waiting in there at least five minutes past the official start of class before the door burst open, and Rosa walked in, lugging with her a large sack of something that clattered like metal, and stopped to look over the class, her eyes narrowed with judgement and consideration.

"Good news," she announced. "This class just got rebooted. We're going back to its roots, to where it should be, and we've already lost a lot of time. So there's no point in hedging around it, we've got a lot of work to do, and we've got actual skills to learn that will actually be useful, not just getting thrown into random, outlandish situations that even around this messed-up school are not very likely to happen to most people. Starting with...."

It was at this point that Rosa, standing behind desk at the front of the classroom, overturned the large sack and rained a variety of different locks, door locks, car locks, pad locks, digital locks, puzzle locks you name it, onto the desk and onto the floor, and then she also whipped out a few lock picking kits, a sleeve of bobby pins, a few wire hangers, and some pocket knives, and set them down more gently on top of the pile.

"Lockpicking.

"So unless the state of badassery in the student body has gone down significantly under Smith's tutelage, my guess is that some of you probably already know this skill, or you could possibly have some sort of weird magic abilities that allow you to do it with a wave of your hand or a little abracadabra or whatever, but it's always good to practice and it never hurts to know how to do it in a pinch where you might not be able to do all your fancy little shortcuts for whatever reason.

"You never know when you'll accidentally forget your keys or whatever and be locked out of your house, your apartment, your car, you safety deposit box....or when you'll be locked in somewhere and need to get out." Guess which happened more often, go on, guess! "And those are pretty much the only two situations where this very useful skill would ever come in handy. Obviously, nothing else, but if you do get it in your little brains to practice around the island...just remember how bored the cops around here are. Trust me, I should know." Her nose wrinkled with distaste. "I used to be one.

"Now," she continued, "there are a few different techniques and methods, and each lock is slightly different, so it's good to try a lot of different ways...Pay attention, because I'm only going to show you these once." Which was not true, she would go over them again, but if she said that, then she was guaranteed to have to go over it more than once. But, as it were, she went through some demonstrations with the different locks, different tools, and ended with a rousing and surely inspiring moment of, "And when in doubt....just smash it," which involved showing just how well the butt of a pistol can smash a lock if you hit it just right.

"There," she concluded, "now you'll never have to worry about being locked out of your house or apartment or car again, which is the only situations in which this skill will ever be used."

That emphasis was the closest thing to a wink Rosa was ever going to get. Hopefully, they were smart enough to figure it out. Hopefully, they hadn't already been ruined by a month of Smith's influence so far.

"Any questions? If not, we'll spend the rest of the hour just trying different locks or tools, or sharing if you've got any other methods that I haven't already covered that doesn't involve things like magic that might be specific to you and not very useful to everyone else involved."