My parents shipped me away to Tennessee in 2nd and 3rd grade to what my brother called “reform camp” and what I now refer to as, “the birth of my independence”. At each meal we were required to place our silverware in a line like this one in an attempt to teach us southern belles something about etiquette, but in an order where the cutlery formed “owl”. …And people sometimes ask me if I was born in a barn. PSHAW!
-kimtim
{the spacial cadet society} 
My parents shipped me away to Tennessee in 2nd and 3rd grade to what my brother called “reform camp” and what I now refer to as, “the birth of my independence”. At each meal we were required to place our silverware in a line like this one in an attempt to teach us southern belles something about etiquette, but in an order where the cutlery formed “owl”. …And people sometimes ask me if I was born in a barn. PSHAW!
-kimtim