The down and two to go, Vag thought as he marked up his calender. He circled two dates and ran an exclamation point down through his last exam. Looked at one reading list, but don't even remember where I put it. Vag pecked underneath his blotter and back of the beer cans on the window still. Have to go farther back than that, Vag mused, and started looking through his desk. Going to be one of those long nights again. Reading lists for Reading Period, went the phrase, but it still, wasn't too late if he hurried. He looked again and found them tucked inside his ski boot. Better and better. . .

Or maybe worse, thought Vag several hours later. This last minute stuff is for Freshmen. Or birds. Examinations were so unfair because you only had the night before to review. Well, next term I'll be different, Vag thought. I'll fool them and do the reading ahead of time. Way ahead of time, he ran his pencil back and forth across the page until he had nicely furrowed one paragraph. He scratched his car with the eraser and looked at his watch. Right where I should be. He skipped the next thirty pages, to give himself a half-hour break.

Getting up, he circled the calendar once again, then flipped forward to the may page and the gleaming red-head. Ignoring her, Vag leaned forward to write "time to start review" in the May 2nd square. Trying to write "review," he dropped his pencil down behind the desk.

Vag took off his watch and buried it under his address book. No point in getting frantic. Should have done this weeks ago, and then found he bad no more pencils, so he groped along the floor. Really shouldn't waste time like this, for tomorrow is only. . .

"Stand up and relax, the exam isn't tomorrow." His roommate banged into the room, articulating something about a new time for Vag's section. Vag tossed his pencil behind the desk again and noosed up his tie. "Let's go get drunk," he said.