The Principal's Office

You know, I didn't like being called to the Principal's office when I was in school, and I like it even less now that I'm not in school, but today I got that special feeling once again when I answered the phone and heard, "Mrs. C, I have your son in my office." *stomach drops, immediate nausea ensues*

Seems my dear 6th grader decided to push boundaries a bit too far (not sure where he got that from) and he landed smack dab in trouble. It was an instance of a few, minor things all lumped together in a 30 minute time frame that suddenly became larger than life. No single, terrible thing - just all over, general disrespectful behavior that is completely unacceptable.

We are currently experiencing the beginnings of (black cloud hovers) puberty in my house, and my little boy has decided that not only is he a man, but he has an opinion that he will freely express, damn the consequences. Well, today he found out that the consequences of being a man child involve in school suspension for the day and grounding from all communications with his friends (internet, IM and the good old telephone) outside of school for a week.

... and I discovered that the Principal's office still looks, smells and feels the same way it did 30 years ago!