I couldn't find the word I was searching for. I'm not really foxy. Instead I am in a demonstrative mood. Foxy? This isn't Studio 54 but work with me. Today I made considerable strides in applying to University of Chicago. Mrs. Hellams waved me down on the way to lunch. She attended my church last Sunday. Playing back the ole memory reel I don't remember her saying hello but she swears she saw Suus and I counting Operation Christmas Child boxes in the narthex. She really is one of the best teachers instructing on the high school level in South Carolina. Blowing bubbles after the AP exam was a cathartic release, I wholeheartedly thank her for that genius. Otherwise, I am certain my stress o meter would have capsized. I remember chowing down on Reese's cups and chex mix minutes after the test, thinking of the judgement panel reading my DBQ and passing notes to each other along the lines... "Bob, take a look at this loser" "Hey Sue, do you think this kid knows anything about poverty in Europe?" Goal for this year, think positive. Go into the English AP exam head held high and exit the same. Who'd a thunk. I have a great uncle living in Chicago. He tenures at a community college, teaching anthropology. Touché parents, Richard Harvey Finlay, PhD Antrhopology and that's no lie. It's like finding a piece of gum in your pocket after you washed your jeans. You wanted something so you wouldn't get bored and even though it may not be Bubbilicious, atleast it's something to chew on and makes you happy despite the blue fuzz all over the wrapper. Pop!