Tania's my best friend, and has been since sixth grade. Our U.S. History class, taught by a hippie emigre from Cuba, was more of a lesson in the Middle East than anything else. We played a ton of pranks on the teacher, not to mention all the time we spent doing nothing, like Tania's doing here. (We also had to start classes at 7:30 a.m., which probably had something to do with it).