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It’s the last day before Spring Break kicked in at Nick’s school.  Him and his friend, Chris were talking - plotting on how to get out of going to the last class of the day and start their vacation early (’cause that’s how they roll).

Nick:  I really don’t want to go to period 9, but, dude - I’ve already had 2 cuts.

Chris: Two? One more and suspension.

Nick: Yeah, an in-school suspension.  Mom’ll ground me for life!  She was pretty pissed with that last letter from school.

Chris: Yeah, dude - that’d suck.

Nick: I’m gonna go see Mr. M (the school’s VP). He’s pretty chill.  Eh, maybe not.

Nick: Peace.

Nick started walking to class, changed his mind and dropped by Mr. M’s office. 

Nick: Hey Mr. M! I was just curious.  What would happen if I didn’t go to period 9? (flashing his “Nick” smile)

Mr. M: As long as you don’t have 3 cuts in the same class, you’re safe. But I really don’t recommend you do that.

Nick: Well, in that case, I’ll just write up my own cut slip right now, and you can sign it!

Mr. M: I don’t think so.  Go to class.

Nick left and went on to class. 

During the middle of the 9th period, Mr. M walked into his classroom.

Mr. M: Sorry for the interruption, I just needed to check on something.

(He was checking to make sure Nick was there.)

Nick: (from the back of the room - flashing that charming little smirk of his): Yo!

Mr. M walked out satisfied that another letter would not be sent home.  Nick was satisfied he didn’t get that 3rd cut; deciding to save it for later in the year - probably.

So as of now, the child is officially on vacation until the 14th.  He’s already warned me his days will consist of:

• sleeping late,
• hanging out with his friends ’til all hours, and
• staying up night playing Halo.

The life of a teen.  Ain’t it great?

Took Nick out for breakfast this morning to a local diner. We’re waiting on our food to arrive, and Nick’s telling me about his week.

Moi: So how’s school?

Nick: I haven’t played with my wood in two weeks.

Makes me wonder just what they’re teaching the kids today.

...Okay, get your heads out of the gutter - he was talking about woodshop.

Nick: You’re being a bitch.
Moi: Excuse me? Did you just call me a bitch?
Nick: No, it was used as a verb.
Moi: ‘Bitch’ is not a verb, it’s a noun.
Nick: But I used it as a ‘verb phrase.’
Moi: Um - verb phrase? I don’t think so! ‘Being’ is the verb, and ‘bitch’ the subject - hence, a noun. You called me a bitch.

Moi/Nick: (argue over the use of verb phrases… blah, blah, blah)

Nick: (grinning) Ok - it’s an adjective.
Moi: Again - no! ‘Bitchy’ is an adjective. You didn’t use it that way.
Nick: Ok - you’re being bitchy.
Moi: Want me to show you bitchy? Call me that one more time, and you’re grounded.
Nick: