Thursday, After the Infirmary

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Well-rested after her nap in the infirmary and a bit disillusioned after the non-explosion in shop class, Sam flopped down on the bed and worked on her equations for the independent study. Every so often she erased a number, scribbled out a number, or ripped out a page. A small pile of paper wads was growing on the floor next to the bed. She'd throw them out next time she got up.

She sighed and ran a frustrated hand through her hair. It stuck up in many different directions. "This is impossible." Feeling defeated, she threw the notebook on the floor, scattering some of the paper wads.


[ooc: Door is open.]

Comments

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Well, we were about to start curling our hair and making flower garlands, but I guess we could abandon that..."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I think my hair's too short for that," John says, tugging on his hair a bit.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"We could get you extensions. I'm sure it'd be charming," Sam smiled. "I wonder if Aeryn would like it?"