Article: One day I went to a store with a list. "Excuse me," I said. A lady with glasses looked up, saying, "I'm Miss Bee. Come closer and let me look at you. I want to be able to describe you to the police if something is missing from the store." "I'm only a little girl, not a thief !" I was surprised. "But I think you're potential ," she said. "I need these," I said, holding up my list. "So what? I am not a person who works for you. Go to get them." she said. The store was a puzzle to me. It took me two hours to find everything on the list. "That packet of beans is only 29 cents, but you asked me for 35 cents. " I corrected her. She didn't seem unhappy, just looked at me over her glasses. The following summer I visited Miss Bee some times a week. She always found ways to fool me. Or shortly after I remembered the places of something on the shelf, she arranged the shelves again and made me hunt for them again. By the end of the summer the shopping trip that had once taken me an hour was done in 15 minutes. One morning I was to get a packet of chocolate. "Miss Potential, what did you learn this summer?" she said. "That you're a meanie !" I answered angrily. But she laughed, "Well, I believe my job is to teach every child I meet life lessons to help them. When you get older, you'll be glad our paths crossed!" Glad I met Miss Bee? Ha! It was _ . Until one day my daughter said, " Could you finish my math problems for me?" "How will you ever learn to do it yourself if I do it for you?" I said. Suddenly, I was back at that store where I had learned the hard way to check my bill. Now I have known what Miss Bee did for me. She is my good teacher. Question: Why did Miss Bee arrange the shelves again and again? Yes or no, is the answer "To teach the writer some skills."?
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