that so many of her
more sophisticated classmates wore.

"Jenny said I should look at some evaluations because you have some
trouble because of them."

"Yes, thanks for coming by. They are on the bench there." Diana
pointed.

Sarah put down her books and started to look through the SmurFFs.
"Jenny's right. This one is mine." Sarah said, mournfully. "I was so
hoping it wouldn't be."

She handed Diana one of the forms. It was one of the two that had been
sent for analysis. With this proof that the graphologists had erred,
Diana's hopes were raised and then quickly lowered when Sarah declared
that she was afraid to testify at the hearing which was to be held
soon. She was apologetic about it. Her folks had told her not to get
involved; that it might mean trouble for her if she admitted to what
she had written.

Roz and Jennifer, by this time, were well into their campaign
protesting the sending off-campus of the student confidential
evaluations. They were unhappy that Sarah wouldn't testify, but they
respected her feelings.

Later on in the week, Sarah appeared at Diana's office door again.
"You know," she said softly, "I think my parents are wrong on this. I
wrote something that got you into trouble and I should stand up and
admit it. Only, I'm so scared. But I know I have to do it.

"I'll go to the hearing but that's all I'm going to do. I don't want
to get mixed up any further in this and I don't want anything at all to
do with those.... those.... graph whatever people. You know, whoever it
was that said this was your writing is nuts.... I wrote this."

Sarah shuffled carefully into the hearing room, shaking with an
advanced case of stage fright that threatened to upset her very balance.

As she had told Sarah she would, Diana got up from her chair, walked
around the table and stood beside her after she had been identified and
sworn. "Did you take the Nursing Nutrition course last school year,
Sarah?"

"Yes."

"And did you make out a course evaluation for Dr. Jamison Jones?"

"Yes."

"Is this that evaluation?"

"Yes."

Diana turned to the panel. "This witness has just identified this
evaluation from your evidence packet C, exhibit four."

Before Diana could continue, the panel erupted in a veritable frenzy of
questions, all talking at once.

"What is that number?"

"What was she handed?"

"What is written on it?"

When there was a pause in the clamor, Sarah, holding exhibi