When I was a first-class student, the practical lessons of some pickup workshop were held right in front of our institute during the warm season (from somewhere in late April to about mid-October). All the students and young teachers have already perceived these "practicants" as an element of furniture and on numerous "originals" they have reacted about like bird trellis in the grove - well, there is, you will not seriously talk to singing birds.

The few boys (I studied in the evening department, which does not give armor from the army, so the boys were either "non-workers" or already serving, but they were in any case a vast minority) were, as it turned out, not aware of such a spicy detail of the girl's life.

And here is the end of June, the summer session, a warm evening. I go to the subway after the exam, and I get one, second, third, and I measure them with a contemptible look and go on, all so independent. The next day, my classmate Max called me on a date - it turned out he was walking a few meters behind my back, watching the whole scene and decided that I was an offensive fateful woman, because men are so massively indifferent to me. We met for five years and almost got married.

Overall, I personally think the pickup is a great thing.