How well all of you expressed the experience I, too, had in high school. My senior year literature class was just a blur because I was focused on the long black hair streaming down the back of the girl in front of me. However, I finally noticed that it occasionally would dangle down to the front edge of my own desk. So, I eventually spent period after period with my right hand hanging over the edge in anticipation of that exquisite moment when the ends of her hair would brush my finger tips....