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fandomhighdorms2005-10-18 09:20 pm
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Tuesday Evening, Room 407 (After Flight Club) [NFB]
Sam had spread the contents of her toolbox out on top of a towel on her bed and was cleaning the tools and reorganizing the box as she put things away. She intended to do a good job as shop TA, and even though it looked like it wouldn't be a conventional shop class, she wanted to be prepared.
Plus, this way the tools would be ready on Thursday when she wanted to work on the Harley. And...yeah, she should probably ask Mac if it was okay to keep it in the shop over the winter, or she was going to have to invest in some fingerless gloves.
Talking with Janet and Elizabeth this afternoon had definitely helped--she was no longer nearly as hysterical or hopeless about the future John Connor had foretold. She had her friends, and her brain still worked. Somehow, she'd make sure it didn't happen here. Now she had an idea of what to look for, as well.
Also, with her friends' support, she didn't feel nearly as much like a circus show attraction as she had when John had stood there, laughing at her. But maybe that was just her bruised ego healing.
Plus, this way the tools would be ready on Thursday when she wanted to work on the Harley. And...yeah, she should probably ask Mac if it was okay to keep it in the shop over the winter, or she was going to have to invest in some fingerless gloves.
Talking with Janet and Elizabeth this afternoon had definitely helped--she was no longer nearly as hysterical or hopeless about the future John Connor had foretold. She had her friends, and her brain still worked. Somehow, she'd make sure it didn't happen here. Now she had an idea of what to look for, as well.
Also, with her friends' support, she didn't feel nearly as much like a circus show attraction as she had when John had stood there, laughing at her. But maybe that was just her bruised ego healing.