Old Age & Treachery; Youth & Skill
I would love to regale you with school tales, but I'm thinking really evil thoughts and do not want to pull a dooce ... that blogger error where one spills one's guts only to have said entrails read by the party about whom one was spilling offal (awful, get it? heh.).
Let me just say that just because I missed four on that last quiz does not mean I am giving quarter. I will memorize those four damn answers and, when I am dying, will be able to recite that information ON MY DEATHBED.
I can't tell you how much I HATE BEING WRONG.
But maybe you're sensing it.