A woman of my acquaintance had been asked to speak to the students of a nearby high school. The students had voluntarily assembled in the gym to hear her speak. During the years I'd known her, this woman had become famous and successful, and I was very jealous. In order to spy on the event, I climbed up the outside of the building, hanging on mostly to heavy old ivy, and peeked in through a small high window. I could just see her hair and face and her hands when she gestured.