Not knew it cold, but I seemed to understand it alot better, even in the courses where I _had_ been paying attention.I finished the business math prob...ems -- I was still in the course -- thenpulled out my civics book. That was one course where I did pay attention.You can't beat the system, if you don't know the system. Only, now, Iwasn't so cynical while I read the assignment. I was just -- just enjoyingreading, like I really wanted to learn the stuff.About 9:30, I thought I heard the phone. . I mean, I don't care about the other girls and I'm never gonna ask you to stop doing that but now it's my mom too? At least I can tell my own mom to not come between us, right?”And I said “It's not like that” but maybe it was just a little? But I said “Your mom isn't going to come between us. And I don't have a ton of girlfriends, come on.”And she said “Really? That's not true because you do. You even called me by one of their names one time” and I said “I did not!” and she said “Yeah you. I'll be the first to admit it, that I am a complete, absolute slut. That's why I hit on you when I was pregnant that one time, even though you denied me. I could tell that you wanted to fuck me, but that your honor kept you from cuckolding Carl."I wish that I were that honorable, but I'm not. I'm driven wild by this insatiable desire to fuck people. I kept urging threesomes on Carl, but he wouldn't go for it. I mean, I'll share him whenever he wants. I won't get jealous. I'll suck his dick. It wasn't quite a riot, but my first day at Central was a trip and a half. Two thousand students: all hyper, loud, and running—to where was anybody's guess. Half of them were boys and half girls. I was guessing that Ninety-five percent of the boys were taller than me, and worse, forty percent of the girls were. And, yes, that was the main thing on my mind that first day.The sheet of paper in my hands dictated my room assignments. Room A16, English 9A was first on the list. I knew, the class.