Whilst in high school, just after Rosh Hashana one year, I walked home for a quick lunch. I put some matzoh ball soup on the stove, made a brisket sandwich, piled whatever was left of the kugel on my plate, and went down to watch t.v. Fat and tired from the sandwich and noodles, I walked back to school to finish my very important education. Luckily I was not in afterschool programs, because I sauntered home at 3:30 to find the soup pot glowing red and melted down on the electric burner. Actually, I did that twice.