ABSTRACT
My school records have been subpoenaed, from the last college course I took all the way back to Sandbox 101 in my earliest days in elementary school. My trash cans have been searched for mistakenly discarded treasures or scraps of information that might prove controversial when presented at trial. I truly believe that opposing counsel even knows whom I dated for my senior-highschool prom and what my date ordered for dinner that evening, even though I’ve long since forgotten.
