"You thought it was all right?" said Dr. Splint. From where he sat, Vag could see Dr. Splint begin to write "non-aggressive" on a memo pad.

"I just wanted to take a math course and, I don't know, I didn't expect much better than a C."

"A 'C'" said Dr. Splint. "Oh, I'm sorry! I was looking at your History 128 grade. You, ah, flunked that."

"I know," said Vag, starting to leave.

"There's just one more thing," said Dr. Splint firmly. "I see by your card you have something you wanted to discuss with me. Would you like to tell me what that is?" Vag wondered how far he would get if he broke for the door.

"No, not really. I mean, I don't have anything to discuss."

"I see," said Dr. Splint. "Perhaps later on..."

"Actually," said Vag, "I was just joking where I wrote that stuff and crossed it out." His palms were beginning to sweat.

Dr. Splint's face seemed to collapse into weariness. "I understand. What was it you wanted--House sports permission?"

Vag didn't mind the cold air outside at all. And he rode his motor scooter much too fast down Holyoke Street.