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Center. Her hair, a tall, superbly styled natural decorated with a plume, swayed for a moment after she had stopped moving. Rick stifled a snicker and Keith elbowed him. “Shut up. She’ll cream you.”
    “I know, but I can’t help it. That style almost touches the roof.” He sketched height over his head with a hand twitching with mirth.
    “ If we may have some order,” Venita asked icily, a quelling glance aimed at Rick. He lowered his arm, smiling with mock innocence. She shook her head at him, slack-mouthed, tapping a long-suffering foot on the floor. Rick folded his hands studiously before him and sat up at attention. Raising one eyebrow at him, she read down the list.
    “You can tell she likes you,” Keith told Rick sardonically.
    “Okay,” Lloyd said, after Venita sat down, hairdo a-quiver. “Any old business to take care of?”
    “Dean’s Council has ruled on the matter of student parking,” a girl clad casually in blue jeans and a leotard spoke up. “All spaces will be allotted first come first served to dorm students first, frats and apartment dwellers second, and night school gets what’s left. The areas will be divided into three zones, and students are supposed to apply to the zone center closest to their residence. The center lot will still be set aside for medical plates and visitors. Anyone caught parking there who has a school sticker will have their car towed and privileges revoked with no refund.” There was a chorus of groans from both sides of the room. “I’m sorry !” she snapped defensively. “That’s the best I could get. At least the people who live in Barber won’t have to park all the way over near the frat houses.”
    “That’s something,” Venita said encouragingly. She lived in Barber.
    “Okay. That’ll help,” Lloyd acknowledged, making notes. “Anything else?”
    “Yessir,” Keith said, springing to his feet. “Doyle, Power Hall. I want to bring up the subject of the proposed library renovation project.” He smiled triumphantly at Carl, who was just raising his hand. There was a deal of movement in the room, as the student delegates, recognizing the signs of a debate, separated themselves into three rough groups, with the center delegates undecided. Several pushed their chairs over to Keith’s side of the floor, the Pro-renovation side, and settled down. Dividing up depending on one’s opinion on an issue was an idea Keith had found in the rules governing the British Parliament, where MPs entered through different doors if they were going to vote “yea” or “nay.” The Council’s meeting room had only one door, so he came up with a suitable variation. The other members liked it because it showed visible support for the issues, let them know who else was actually interested, and gave them something to do at meetings.
    “You have the floor.”
    “Thank you.” Keith moved into the center of the room, and assumed an orator’s pose. Rick sat back to watch with obvious pleasure. “There is a proposal before the Dean’s Council for replacement of one major building on the Midwestern campus. Dean Rolands has cut the choices down to two: a new Phys Ed. building, or a new library. To me, the correct choice is obvious.
    “My question to the assembled Senate is this: why did you come to college? To run laps? To cheer at Big Ten games? Well, you’re at the wrong school to begin with.” Some uneasy laughter; Midwestern had pretensions toward national college football, but the team simply wasn’t good enough. Carl glowered, and Keith continued. “But since you are here, it’s to learn, isn’t that right? To pick up skills which will be of use to you after graduation. I for one can’t think of anything I’ll ever do that involves vaulting over the horse or hand-walking on parallel bars. Can you?”
    “How about weight-lifting?” someone asked.
    Keith gestured at his narrow frame. “What weight?”
    More laughter. “What about physical well-being?”