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was thinking about back then. It went something like this.
• When I was in school sitting in Ms. Ammon's class, I was daydreaming about going fishing. All I could think about was what kind of fish were biting out by the lake this afternoon. Ms. Ammon would call upon me and I would have no idea what she was talking about. In my mind, I was fishing. In my body, I was suffering under classititis. It is what students, especially boys, get when they are bored with the class they are in at the time. It involves a lot of jittering.
• "Where was your mind?" Ms. Ammon would ask. "I hope you weren't fishing, now, were you?"
• One thing about good ole Ms. Ammon, she could read a boy's mind like a book. Maybe because there are so many blank pages in a young boy's mind.
• I would suffer through counting down the hours and minutes and seconds until the school day would end.
• You did not hear it from me, and this is not a confession, but on those rare occasions when I would skip school and go fishing, I had another problem. I was where I wanted to be, doing what I wanted to do, but then as I threw out the line waiting for a bite all I could think of was what was happening back in school I was missing. I often wondered if Ms. Ammon was missing me.
• I would smile and then the fish would bite and my attention would be on the task at hand.
• It was not long before my mind would wander back to the classroom. What were they doing? What was I missing? For the life of me, I cannot understand why, but I could never enjoy fishing and when I was playing hooky from school for thinking about what I was missing back in school.
• One of the advantages of getting older is developing a sense of maturity. Don't ask me to define maturity, because I am not quite sure what it really means. As a person matures, he begins to learn how to enjoy the moment. This, I say, comes with age. A lot of age in some instances. By the time you learn to enjoy the moment, it is gone.
• I have come a long way from good ole Ms. Ammon's classroom. I will not tell you how many years it has been, let's just say a lot. I still find myself doing the same thing.
• I am in the middle of doing one thing and I begin thinking of what I could be doing. I could be home reading a book. Then when I go home and begin reading, I think about what I could be doing in the office.
• I have tried to take a day off for many years. I just cannot seem to manage it. I take a day off and think of what I really could be doing if I was working. When I am

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