When my brother went to preschool, even though I was a yearyounger than him, I had to know everything that he was doing in school andmade him show me ...hat he did each day. In essence, I made him teach mewhat he was doing and what he learned. By the time we were both in gradeschool, I was far enough ahead that I was able to skip 1st grade andjoined my brother and his class for 2nd grade at Pacific Oaks ElementarySchool. And so it went, I was going to school with my big brother in hisclass. . . the digital camera, and My signature crop. You stand with your back to the doorway and are so engrossed with the implements in front of you and your own thoughts, that you fail to hear Me come in until I speak. You are startled when My voice comes across the room to you. "It's time." We had spent the day distracted by other things. The offense had occurred earlier that day but because we had appointments to keep and things to do, we couldn't address it properly at the time. Now, as the day. Bob had asked if she were serious and was surprised when Janette had admitted that it had been the solution to her problem, between she and Joe. When she had learned that Joe was sleeping around she had confronted him and then she had suggested they work it out that way. Now they were both free to take as many lovers as they liked. They both had been pleased with her solution, it had worked wonderfully for a couple of years now.Bob had a million questions and found himself terribly excited over. I felt all of myformal education begin to dissolve. Like trying to cling to a dreamwhile waking up I felt the losing battle as I tried to remember any ofit. Figures she would not only take away college but also high school,all of my math, science, grammar, history, and even skills and hobbiesdrifted away. I scanned for words and had a very hard time expressinghow I felt. "You butthole!" I yelled but it sounded so silly once I didI could not help but giggle. I was a sixteen year old girl after.