And so life returned to "normal."  Each morning I would get up to the alarm, shower, dress, make breakfast, eat at the metal dining table alone, and drive to school.  This was my last semester and my schedule was easy.  I was a student assistant in the library and had Acting II with Jill.  I had gotten so far ahead in my other classes that I just had to wait for everyone else to catch up.  People were getting "senioritis" and the days passed without strife.  When the prom came around, I had no thoughts of going, but there was a movement afoot by others to avoid it, too.  An alternative prom was being planned by the "hipper" kids.  They would meet at the big lake downtown and smoke pot.  Things had