"I'm sure that's not true," John tried to reassure her about Chilton. "You probably just haven't adjusted to the work load. I know that was my biggest problem when I went from private tutors to Emerson. It's like a different world; you just need time to adapt."
"Touche," was all he could say when she countered his coffee remark with fact.
The disk was thin, hardly more than a couple of millimeters thick, if that. It wasn't one of the new floppy disks, he knew because his school had just upgraded from the 8" floppy disks to the 5.25" ones. And it was hard, not bendable.
Well it was flexible, he noticed, bending it slightly, but it required a lot of force and he was trying to be careful not to break it.
"It's a Digital Video Disc, or DVD," he heard Rory explain from behind him.
Turning to where he'd heard her voice from, he noticed her sitting on the couch. "How does it work?" he asked curiously, one eyebrow raised as he continued to examine the disc.
It didn't have a video tape, like the cassettes he was used to, or even ridges like a vinyl album. It was smooth and shiny, and almost transparent if you looked at it directly on the edge, as John was currently doing to see if he could find the groove that he was looking for.