Today was the day of the class with Dr. Greene to go over the Collection at the start of term. For once I had scored sufficiently well to be quite relaxed going into such a class. Evidently Jon and Huw, the semi-mythical sixth and seventh chemists, were even more relaxed since they failed to turn up.   The college was invaded by people with measuring devices, theodolites and other arcane items painted yellow. Either they are seeing if the college is sinking, or we are about to become the first academic establishment to have a three-lane motorway through us.   Dave, Vicki and I played the sort of game that gets played after fashionable dinner parties, where you have to describe something without actually saying what it is. We had to describe to Dr. Brouard that we couldn't do the tutorial work. We failed.   Since the tutorial work has to be in tomorrow, I began working hard. Mark, who was a little way ahead of me in the work stakes, went out for a curry with his archery friends. He seems to go to all the archery social events, but never actually seems to do any archery.
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