The following brief anecdote happened to me in about 1986 while I was attending Naval Nuclear Power School in Orlando, Florida. It occured while I was in the cleaning portion of my stay, prior to attending school for 6 months. I was sent into a classroom to clean it one morning, and when I entered it I found it to be already clean to my standards, which were admittedly a bit lower than the Navy's. I therefore promptly went to the lecturer's podium, which was about a foot-and-a-half tall by three feet wide running the length of the room, lifted the front edge, and crawled underneath for a little nap. I awoke a short while later to find an officer, who I learned during the question and answer portion of the lecture to be a commander, walking around on top of me while writing on the dry-erase board behind him and lecturing to a room full of officers, including the captain of the base if I remember correctly. I very nervously listened to the lecture, wondering how soon I would be discovered,lowered a rank or two, de-nuked, and sent to sea for an extra long tour as a conventional electrican's mate.I don't recall the meat of the lecture, other than that it was worthy of it's audience. At the end of the lecture the officers chatted for awhile, then drifted out into the hall and away from me.I stayed under the podium for a few minutes after this, wiping the bullets of sweat off my brow. I then finally emerged from my hideaway and gave that room the most immaculate cleaning i have ever given anything in my life. Credit for the title of this story goes to the black college acquaintence of my high school English and Literature teacher Jake Boomgarden, who told the man's story one day in school during one of his frequent story days. I may set that story down in print one day, if I ever talk to Jake and learn who to give proper credit to. Jake's by far the best teacher I ever had.