TWENTY-TWO

Note: This is a past-day event, (continuation of odd-numbered time-span: 1,3,5, etc.)

Back at school after the June holidays, with my father's instructions for the upcoming rugby season still fresh in my mind, I start training myself in the afternoons after school. Meanwhile, the accumulated school work is turning into the Maloti mountain itself.

"Relax, man," said Bill in his calm voice. "Everything will be okay. Senior year is a poop in a blizzard. Nothing!"

Easy for him to say. He does not have to explain to my father at the end of the year where the expected distinctions have gone.

Fortunately, the rugby practice keeps my mind off the schoolwork. The sweat and endorphins make it easier in a way.

These days Gregory teaches me about war dialing. How you can set up a computer to call a bunch of phone numbers and see if it sets up a computer modem somewhere. A place where you can break into.

After that, we move on to TELNET. An abbreviation for Telephone Network.

"TELNET works almost