There are things I do not know. I was absent the day they passed out the 
information sheets. I was home in bed with a fever and an earache. I lay with 
the heating pad pressed to my head, burning my ear. I lay with the heating pad 
until my mother came in and said, "Don't keep it on high or you'll burn 
yourself." This was something I knew but chose to forget.
    The information sheets had the words "Things You Should Know" typed 
across the top of the page. They were mimeographed pages, purple ink on white 
paper. The sheets were written by my fourth-grade teacher. They were written 
when she was young and thought about things. She thought of a language for these 
things and wrote them down in red Magic Marker.
    By the time she was my teacher, she'd been teaching for a very long time but 
had never gotten past fourth grade. She hadn't done anything since her Things 
You Should Know sheets, which didn't really count, since she'd written them when 
she was still a student.

***

    After my ear got better, the infection cured, the red burn mark faded 
into a sort of a Florida tan, I went back to school. Right away I knew I'd 
missed something important. "Ask the other students to fill you in on what 
happened while you were ill," the principal said when I handed her the note from 
my mother. But none of the others would talk to me. Immediately I knew this was 
because they'd gotten the information sheets and we no longer spoke the same 
language.

***

    I tried asking the teacher, "Is there anything I missed while I was 
out?" She handed me a stack of maps to color in and and some math problems. 
"You should put some Vaseline on your ear," she said. "It'll keep it from 
peeling."
    "Is there anything else?" I asked. She shook her head.
    I couldn't just come out and say it. I couldn't say, You know, those 
information sheets, the ones you passed out the other day while I was home 
burning my ear. Do you have an extra copy? I couldn't ask because I'd already 
asked everyone. I asked so many people--my parents, their friends, random 
strangers--that in the end they sent me to a psychiatrist.

    "What exactly do you think is written on this 'Things to Know' paper?" 
he asked me.
    "Things You Should Know," I said. "It's not things to know, not things 
you will learn, but things you already should know but maybe are a little dumb, 
so you don't."
    "Yes," he said, nodding. "And what are those things?"
    "You're asking me?" I shouted. "I don't know. You're the one who should 
know. You tell me. I never saw the list."

***

    Time passed. I grew up. I grew older. I grew deaf in one ear. In the 
newspaper I read that the teacher had died. She was eighty-four. In time I 
began to notice there was less to know. All the time, I kept looking for the 
list. Once, in an old bookstore, I thought I found page four. It was old, faded, 
folded into quarters and stuffed into an early volume of Henry Miller's essays. 
The top part of the page had been torn off. It began with number six: "Do what 
you will because you will anyway." Number twenty-eight was: "If you begin, and 
it is not the beginning, begin again." And so on. At the botton of the page it 
said, "Chin San Fortune Company lines 1 through 32."

***

    Years later, when I was even older, when those younger than me seemed to 
know less than I ever head, I wrote a story. In a room full of people, full of 
people who knew the list and some who I was sure did not, I stood to read, "As a 
child, I burned my ear into a Florida tan."
    "Stop," a man yelled, waving his hands at me.
    "Why?"
    "Don't you know?" he said. I shook my head. He was a man who knew the 
list, who probably had his own personal copy. He had based his life on it, on 
trying to explain it to others.
    He spoke, he drew diagrams, splintering poles of chalk as he put 
pictures on a blackboard. He tried to tell of the things he knew. He tried to 
talk but did not have the language of the teacher.
    I breathed deeply and thought of Chin San number twenty-eight. "If you 
begin and it is not the beginning, begin again."
    "I will begin again," I announced. Because I had stated this and had not 
asked for a second chance, because I was standing and he was seated, because it 
was still early in the evening, the man who had stopped me nodded, all right.
    "Things You Should Know," I said.
    "Good title, good title," the man said. "Go on, go on."
    "There is a list," I said, nearing the end. "It is a list you make yourself. 
And at the top of the page you write, 'Things You Should Know.'"

--A.M. Homes