Pooh-sticks is a game Pooh and Piglet play by throwing sticks off the upstream side of the bridge and seeing whose stick shows up downstream first.

"Then YOU chase it," I say, giving her my stick.

I look around for a hospital, but I know the closest is a 10-minute walk away. There are no pharmacies either, not even a tissue and bandage store.

My students hump the midterm. It wasn't just bad, it was historically bad. An epic humping. Two-thirds of the class got below 50 percent.

They don't look at their phones like you think they would be, rather they sit across the table from each other, holding hands, leaning in with their faces close and stare at each other as they chat.

There is no way I can be mistaken for a grad student, so if he has looked at me, it can only be a challenge.

"Has anyone seen my bullets?" she asks.

Damn corporate agreements that deliberately try to force people to upgrade their phones.