Beneath the Wraps

          I remember taking a communications class in college.   I think it was an elective.   It turned out that there were only seven or eight students, the instructor and me.   We all sat around one table to have discussions.   We were told that we didn't have to purchase a book, but each of us would teach a lesson.           I was the only student in the class who was not a communication major.   For the most part, they seemed to be talking in languages that I, myself, did not understand. The week before I was assigned to give the lesson, I wrote down the topic name and went to the library to do some research.           I'd be lying if I didn't say that I had bluffed my way through the assignment.     I had used an example that somehow got out of hand.   The subject I had picked at random was...