It's been a day. While it was good to talk to Cedric, she got annoyed in War Theory. And then there was Ethics, which was always a pleasure. Still mildly disturbed, Isabel sat on her bed with her laptop and played multiple games of solitare.

The door was open.

After Interstellar Relations, Isabel returned to her room, booted up the laptop and started to surf through political blogs in preparation for Wednesday's Political Campaigning class. Occasionally she needed to move Annie when she tried to curl up on the laptop keyboard.

The door was open.

It's been a busy few days. Between cleaning the TA lounge, the phone call to Angel and subsequent boggling with Parker, some alien fu, library training, and a mostly emo free Ethics class, Isabel is more then happy to skip the common rooms for the evening. Besides, the StuCo election was fast approaching. She needed to get to work on posters ( Read more... )

In theory, Thursday was supposed to be her busy day, with a whole two classes. War Theory had been interesting. Ethics had been troubling. Not only were the topics disturbing, it was difficult to look to look at a friend's killer.

After spending some time with Alanna, Isabel returned to her room, booted up the laptop and tried to not think ( Read more... )

It had been a fairly successful day. Isabel had landed a position as a TA or "staffer" in political campaigning and helped Cam with the paint job on the swoop bike. But she wasn't in the mood for the common rooms tonight, even if she would have liked to have seen a repeat performance of last night's Gremlin TheaterSitting on her bed with her ( Read more... )

Today's First Aid workshop had been easy and Scoobying had been fun. But Isabel still wasn't in the mood to face the crowds in the common rooms this evening. Instead she set up her laptop to watch an episode with the ninth version of Mr. What. Stretched out on her bed, she stared at the screen without really seeing it.

The door was closed.

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After baking, Isabel had taken a long walk around the island, eventually winding up at the small, secluded beach she and Greg had picnicked at. It was nice to remember happy times and not have to worry about facing anyone that would ask questions about last night's radio. When it started to get dark she returned to the school, collected her ( Read more... )

It's been a busy few days. There was a interesting and enlightening Conversation with Sam. Then somehow talking about evil aliens in Constant Vigilance had devolved into talking about leather and fishnets with Cedric. She'd nearly hyperventilated at Festivus and helped protest for a dance floor at Caritas. Last night she'd stayed up late ( Read more... )