The m+m traveled at the perfect speed and angle to roll under the stepping high heel of a woman in a knee-length black skirt and silk blouse, to the effect that she slipped on it mid stride, losing her balance, but not enough to fall completely all at once, and in an effort to save herself she twirled around, threw her arms up into the air, one of which had a hand that was carrying a now light valise, for it had been heavy all day with papers but now they were dropped off and she was headed home. But her boyfriend at the time had bought her the cheaper brand of valise because he was a cheapskate and a smoker of cigarettes, and the handle therefore broke off and the valise went flying. She was currently married to a very nice gentleman who gave lectures on hydroponics, having dumped the dud after coming to terms with his loserness but keeping the valise anyway. It bounced off a wall of it's own and flew directly over F.W. Galvin's head, towards the face of A.J. Porter, who was carrying a box of old final exams from room 322 to the printout office in room 331. F.W. Galvin was walking out of a review section, and not thinking at all about his son D.P. Galvin who sometimes played chess with J.M. Edwards or his daughter J.E. Galvin who worked one summer at a movie theater with G.F.Scanlon, who also worked for the Kansas Algebra Program, and he wasn't even thinking about his wife when the box that A.J. Porter was carrying fell on his toe, having been dropped to catch the valise that the wife of the hydroponics lecturer had flung by accident. F.W. Galvin dropped his own briefcase full of review sheets and one note from a young freshman that indicated F.W. Galvin might become wealthier if this freshman passed math 106, and he hopped about with such gusto that he bumped into the student of Algebra who had just stopped sipping from a drinking fountain and who had just finished a 101 exam and had probably passed thanks to his instructor's being G.H. Howe, and the student went flying in a stumbling run passed the valise-losing woman who by now had fallen and was giggling, passed the now inert red m+m, and struck the wall that enclosed the auditorium named for Ray Q. Brewster, against the which was standing a can of recycled aluminum pop cans, and he fell against it making it tip, roll, and approach the stairs. It fell down the stairs with a loud rattling of cans, gaining speed down the twelve steps and bouncing off the landing to travel even more forcefully down the next twelve steps to the second floor. Walking down the second floor hallway was a deaf man in sweat pants who didn't hear it coming, and only saw it fly towards him out of the corner of his eye, and being deaf and therefore quite used to close calls he leapt out of the way, with such speed and force that he hit the door to Research, Graduate Study, and Public Service office, which was directly across from the stairs. Inside, a tired G.T.A was waiting for his computer to finish logging onto an important system elsewhere so he could do his work and thus earn the money he was no longer receiving from financial aids because of all the cutbacks thanks to the new republican congress which had been voted in with the help of votes from the likes of T.M. Arbogast who happened to work in the finacial aids office, and while he waited he read Frankenstein, a book written in 1816 by Mary Shelly, daughter of the famous Mary Wollstencraft, and wife to the famouser Pyrce Brythe Shelly while at a party of sorts in Switzerland at the suggestion of Lord Byron, a poet, which he'd been assigned to read by an English professor in a class he had signed up for accidentally, not getting into the one where they were even now reading a novel by Ross H. Spencer, and when the door to the office was hit by the deaf man he was so startled that he jumped to his feet, sending his rolling office chair scooting along to hit the buttocks of another G.T.A who was bent over in an effort to file in the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet. She hated computers and thus didn't mind doing the seemingly stereotypically female secretarial task of filing that Mary Wollstencraft would have screamed to degenderize, she being the first feminist. But the filing cabinet had been tipped to afford the coffee pot on top better drainage, such that it was already off balance when she bumped against it, and the filing cabinet slowly fell over onto the empty desk of a woman who'd just cleared it that day to go on extended maternity leave, and ended up having a baby that was in a crib next to K.N. Brewer's in the maternity ward, the first baby born to a tutor in the Kansas Algebra Program in seven years. The desk was empty except for a coffee spoon, even though the woman's doctor had told her to abandon caffeine during the pregnancy, and when the desk top flipped up off it's cheap base, the spoon flew out the window which someone else entirely had opened to battle the radiators on the very unseasonably warm January day. It hit a black bird, which wasn't a grackle, and not rare in Kansas at all, and fell onto a sleeping dog named Jackson which was owned by H. D. Levi, and had escaped from her and G. H. Howe's apartment to be near his mistress and master, and he was so startled that he ran barking straight through the darkened Strong hall lawn onto the sidewalk, interrupting the stride of a blonde senior who was wearing a blue Yale sweatshirt even though he'd never been there and jogging, because he was still self conscious from all the teasing he'd received as a child about his blonde and nigh invisible eyebrows, and therefore hoped for respect for his health from running and respect for his worldliness for having been to Yale even though he hadn't. He stumbled into the street, in front of a brown Volvo driven by the ex-boyfriend of the lady who was married to the lecturing hydrpondicist, because he was too cheap to by a BMW, and it backfired when he slammed on his brakes, which caused the woozy black bird to caw in fear, because she was disoriented from the spoon-biff, and not because she feared backfires usually, and in this state of confusion she flew up an into the testing room of the Kansas Algebra Program, knocking over a can of pencils and causing a great tumult, and one girl who was already very nervous even though she had received a ton of help from G.F. Scanlon just before she'd started, ran out of the room screaming through the door that another student had just opened, in hopes of seeing whether his roommate at the frat was done yet or not, and she missed the still recovering F.W Galvin but not B.M.Brown, who was sneaking around after not having shown up for his shift, and this caused him to fall backwards in an attempt to hold onto her and keep her from bruising, right on top of a studying junior who should have taken 002 years ago she knew, but if she had she wouldn't have been there to see the face of B.M.Brown suddenly in her lap, and so she moved her book out of the way, knocking over a can of coke, which spilled. R.C. Pissimio rarely fell down when he slipped in puddles, because he'd been in the navy and was practiced in marching on soppy surfaces, but still he stumbled enough to drop the handball J.E.Choun had brought as a proposal for a math project, and it bounced onto the head of a secret admirer of the woman who'd lost her valise and who was picking up the red m+m at that moment to explain to her that it had been responsible for her falling, and when he lunged to catch the ball to make up for the embarrassment of having been hit on the head he flung the red m+m right into the forehead of the returning D.C.B. Ferber, who had a can of coke in his hand which was coincidentally enough exactly as empty as the spilled one in the hall, after having drank most of its contents on the elevator ride back up to floor three. The m+m struck the spot where the quarter had hit him before, and he was sore bruised. The next day he had a headache, and decided to skip his econ class, and on the final at the end of the semester he was unable to answer a question because of his absence. D.C.B. Ferber got a B in the course because of the missed question on the final, and this made his G.P.A exactly one tenth lower then another competitor for the same job after graduation, and D.C.B. Ferber had to get a job that paid two thousand dollars less per year. But the extra two grand would have bought him that Mercedes, so he had to get a Saturn instead, and that was just enough to keep him humble. As a result D.C.B Ferber raised his kids to be more concerned with compassion than money, and this was the seed that started a humanity-revolution in America. By the year 2022 there was no more poverty, ignorance, or repression in the whole world.