A story about... Rules © 2000 Marg Frey, Bryce Graves-Hurst, Nahoya, Christine Schwab	MARG	BRYCE	CHRISTINE & NAHOYA
			CHRISTINE	BRYCE & NAHOYA
				NAHOYA & BRYCE
			NAHOYA	BRYCE & CHRISTINE
				CHRISTINE & BRYCE

     "Miss Toby?" said the sharp, terrierlike voice of my math teacher. I was jerked out of my reverie, dragged painfully back to my shitty life as a sophomore failing math class.

     "Wha...uh, yes?" I said.

     "I asked you a question," yipped Mr. Spengle. I'm sure the reason people keep those yippy terrier dogs is that their barks are so piercing that burglars would be afraid of permanent hearing damage.

     "I'm sorry, could you repeat the question, please?"

     "I asked you to explain the importance of the Reflexive Property and give two examples."

     "Funny you should mention that, Mr. Spengles," I said. My friend Tammy, sitting behind me, heard my tone of voice and started kicking my chair in a warning sort of way. "I was just composing a treatise on the complete uselessness of the Reflexive Property. Even the most basic textbook example, for instance, I = myself, fails when applied to a large portion of the population."

     Mr. Spengle's brow furled slightly and I noticed his nostrils flared. Ew! "Miss Toby, am I right in repeating that you just said that a large portion of the population fail to grasp that you equal yourself?"

     As it registered, for some reason I heard, "Ew = yourself" and applied it to Mr. Spengles. The explosive laughter that came from me surprised even me. As I tried to keep it back I gave a very loud distinct SNORT and that sent Tammy off behind me as well.

     "Ew = you" I tried to gasp redfaced, catching a breath triumphantly as the class erupted in laughter, partly do to my answer and partly due no doubt to my sincere snort.

     "You will go to the office now Miss Toby," whined the voice.

     "Kneejerk reaction is an example of the Reflexive Property!" I said triumphantly as I gathered my books.