The daughter of my mother's best friend just disappeared one day. There was no panic, no worry. She was visiting an aunt in another state. She came back the following summer and had to start her school year over which put her in my class. I took her to the prom as a double date with her brother and his girlfriend. She and I had the front seat while the other couple made out in the back seat. I drove.

Of course, she had gone off to have a baby which was then put up for adoption. No keeping in the family in New England.

I don't keep in touch but I did take her out to dinner once back when I was single and in Maine. She's made a good life for herself. I don't think she ever connected with the child.

I have been working on my homework now for what seems like a decade. Charlie, do you remember working on any homework while we were on stage? I feel like that's all I've ever done.

And it's confusing too. Three of my classes are online which means we are assigned a prodigious amount of work and we teach ourselves. The instructor is only the facilitator and correcter. He creates a task list which we then spend hours on trying to give him just the right information. There is no discussion, no give and take, no opportunity to ask poignant questions right when you think of them and to get answers right when you need them.

Yesterday (Saturday) I spent the whole day on my Sped work and my Reading class. Today I've been working on Sped and now I have turned to the Technology Applications class.

Technology Applications is the only class where I have actual class time with a professor. I have to create a blog and a website and use online (cloud) file storage, and use something called livebinders and livetext. I am drowning here.

Ah well, back into the pit...