"Storm rolling through," one of the Ultimate players says to Calvin as he looks up to see Susie Derkins stomping across the quad, pink hair flying, Boots of Doom kicking up small dust clouds, and hands very clearly describing the varied ways that someone is going to suffer from her wrath.

He jukes his defender, catches a touchdown pass with ease, flips the disc to the nearest player with a casual "Count me out for now," and falls into step with Susie, greeting her with a wave.

"Everyone in this class was the smartest person in their school," Susie explains, "but smarts don't mean anything when you're stuck in a section of all misogynist assholes and told if you can survive the year, you'll survive in the field."