Every time I am about to leave this country for a while, I get nailed by traffic police. Last time was in the summer of 2002 when I passed a partrol car on the freeway. I was lucky because the officer was only concerned about the fact whether I was drunk or not. I was not, of coz. This time, however, I was in a royal hurry for some meeting and got pulled over going ** in a 35 zone. I hence add my first traffic school degree to my resume. Maybe I will meet some of my PhD folks in the classroom. It sucks.