It's time to eat. 

Once upon a time, we would do our best by running around the house fetching things for grandma ---- at the end, we're missing something...we're missing something ancient is what we ask --- eventually, we are all missing why there is schola at all---- we cannot make it thru a single day. We could not begin until we start at home. At the end, we even become crisis experts running to the scene of danger because of all our specialties. We could not understand a place wherein there is food and games and lections all at once. We thought it was the wonderland --- folks, this is the truth: They were born,,,they live in the school. They have no longer stashes so they have an exam. They have a town in their school --- each school in our area is where they lived and breathed. We, in MKna Spring cannot survive in school. We really cannot enter any school at all. We cannot enter classrooms. We go to church. We even read books --- they have textbooks. We have rosaries --- they have medals and trophies. We don't go to school, folks. We use the computer. It was just graduation class --- learning to use the Internet was all about the OJT.