aged I began to wear shorts under my dresses so my underwear would not showwhen I was upside down.Somebody, probably my fourth grade teacher (that was my worst year),reported me to the office in the middle of my fifth grade year. If it was my formerteacher, she must have looked out her classroom windows and spotted me racingtoward the buildings, trying to avoid detection by skirting the few trees along thefence line on the way to the front of the building complex. I knew I was breakingthe school rules by following my own rule, otherwise I would not have been sosecretive about going to the front of the school. But I had outwitted everybody forfive years; the five most formative years of my education. I was the queen of thecovert!During these five years, I had trespassed hundreds of times. In church Iprayed for God to forgive me my trespasses. After all, the Lord’s Prayer spokedirectly to me. And I felt somewhat redeemed when I prayed in this manner. But athome, in the darkness of the bedroom I shared with my baby sister, I felt that I wassimultaneously getting away with something and also being forgiven when I talkedwith God. Now, that created a real conflict in my frontal lobes, the seat of reasonand executive function. Art and geometry provided a simple solution to my logisticsquestions, but school rules tried mightily to bind me to a different “plane.” Nowthat I had been caught, supposedly by my fourth grade teacher, how would I handlemyself? I had learned to be the maven of mavericks. Getting caught stung, but Idecided to play the school game………….for a while.I played the game, the on-the-path-beside-the-road-round-about-route-to-school game, for about two months. I perceived no one was looking, so I duckedover and under fences again for one week before I was brought down by theprincipal who met me at the trees on the way to the front of the school. (Do youthink the dusty streak down my front gave me away for one week?) Needless tosay, I was assigned extra class work after school. I played by the rules again fortwo weeks before going the direct route again. This time, my parents angrilyconfronted me about a phone call they received from my principal about what I haddone. Apparently, I was to stay after school with my principal for a special afterschool session including my teacher and some other kids. I thought if it involvedschool work, it would be a cinch. I was the fox and the Gingerbread Girl all rolled upin one!