WHEN d**k Simmons woke on Monday morning, he had no desire to get out of bed. It didn’t matter. He was due at eight for his morning class; reluctantly he decided to go.
As soon as he was seated, d**k sensed that the others knew. The usual good-morning nods were exchanged, and then it was down to business. For the first time since he had left home, d**k allowed himself to relax in class. It was all over and he was only shadowboxing now. Then he was called upon.
Dick walked to the blackboard and picked up the chalk. For one bad moment he considered saying, “What’s the use?” and going back to his seat. But that would be a boy’s way of doing it, and he was a man now. A man. All right, he would prove it.
He turned to the board. “In entering an orbit from a thirty-three-degree flight path,” h
