Room 238, Monday night

Mondays are busy, and Aeryn's kind of glad to get back to the room at the end of the night. Even if it's technically not her room. Right about now she's thinking she's back to the gym maybe as early as tomorrow, because sore or not, this is ridiculous. No more getting thrown into walls, that's final.

She finally settles into a cross-legged position on John's bed to try to make her way through the reading assigned in Sociology of Violence. Or she could finish the Driver's Ed book... And Aeryn kind of hates school at the moment.