Tip was feeling restless and cooped up, and she wasn't about to go back up to the roof of the dorms any time soon -- thanks for that, Peridot -- so she headed out onto the deck, instead, bringing her notebook and pencil with her so she could practice drawing comics to send back to J.Lo ( Read more... )

It was a particularly gorgeous day out, and Tip didn't have any classes or work or anything she needed to get done. She did have a care package from home, full of snacks from Mom's current grocery store (which included basically anything that would stand up to being dipped or coated in dark chocolate), a case of birch beer, and the world's ugliest ( Read more... )

It was Tip's first Friday night as a high schooler, and there was no adult supervision in sight. Not that the supervision of adults had ever seemed all that functional or effective to her, but it still felt like it was an occasion to be marked with some sort of youthful exuberance or irresponsibility ( Read more... )

Rules for interacting with Professor Jerusalem outside of class ( Read more... )