So, I'm sitting, before school, no, let me rephrase that, before the gates open to let us even go to our lockers, which would be, in theory, before before school. So, I'm sitting there, and don't remember if I turned my phone off or not. So, I pull out the phone to turn it off, because it wasn't, and at that moment, Mr.Shuman, the vice principal comes up and says "Give it here."
So, I do. And he then proceeds to tell me that I need to call a parent to come in to have a discussion with Mr.Frye (whoever that is) about my disregard for school rules.
So, I'm already about to cry. I haven't gotten in trouble since 8th grade, and that was for something really, really, really dumb. I'm not a bad kid! Bad kids are the ones who get phones confiscated for texting during school hours. I am not that kid!
For the love of all muffiny goodness, school hadn't even started yet! I do the same thing EVERY day. I silence my phone, turn it off, put it in my bookbag until they open the gates to go to lockers and then I put my phone in my locker where it is placed in lonely solitary confinement until 2:40 PM when I go to get stuff out of my locker.
So, I go to the office and call my mom and tell her what happened and she's coming in after school to listen to what a bad kid I am. And to un-confiscate my phone. And I cried while talking to my mom on the phone. Because I don't get in trouble at school. Ever.
Today is sooo not my day.