Like John was dumb enough to consider going to the Flight Shed after last night's radio. He'd rolled his eyes at the many, many, voicemail messages Prof. Skywalker had left for him and had gone through his typical Friday activities instead, only returning to his bunk for a shower before dinner ( Read more... )

Packing for the cabin switch in the morning was a complicated task this year. Again John had a fish. Okay, so it wasn't the same one as last year. Or even the one after that one. He had bad luck with pets so he was mostly glad it was the same one as last week ( Read more... )

"Come on, buddy. You can't live under that rock forever ( Read more... )

Busy existed at a whole new level while John was in training. He was aware that days were literally flying by, but he couldn't keep up with what all he was missing without outside assistance in the form of his voicemail ( Read more... )

Sitting on a tour boat in the middle of a river full of crocodiles was an exceptionally good way to stay distracted. Or you know, take your life in your own hands ( Read more... )

It was a nice day. John felt the need to not be in his room, so he found a nice sunny spot on the lawn and settled down to read his book.

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He was ahead of schedule.

[expecting one and I'm sorry to say he's wearing pants.]