Excitement At The High School.

Hee. I just realized I needed to change my Title, since the second page on a search, for the former name, went directly to this site. And that's SCARY.

Today, Youngest Hawthorne had a field trip with his Culinary Arts class to Johnson and Wales
in Edenton, North Carolina.

About 10 am, I got a phone call from him.

"Mama, I'm in Manteo, come pick me up."

ME: Why?

YH: Something horrible happened.

ME: Where are you and what happened?

YH: I'm at Manteo High School and some idiot smoked pot on the activity bus and now we've all had body searches and please come and get me.

ME: Be there in 25 minutes. (It's 19 miles away.)

I get to Manteo High School and here's the scene.


There's the activity bus and 4, count 'em, FOUR, cop cars.

Oh, and there were several other cop cars in the area.

About 20 kids on the trip are sitting on the wall outside the school.
Children are being "interviewed" by the cops.

My son answered the occifer's questions and then was called a LIAR.
I told him next time, not to say anything and tell the cop to talk to his lawyer.

I immediately went to the first occifer I saw, told him who I was, and I wanted to take my child BACK TO CLASSES.
"No," he said, "you'll just have to wait until we finish with this young lady,
then we'll put your son next."
ME: "Thank you very much."

I was there with only one other mother who had been called by her son.



Count 'em. 1-2-3-4-5-6 COPS and the assistant principal from First Flight.
And the fifth cop car.

That's Youngest Hawthorne in the forefront, and all his little cronies.
Just waiting.

The Vice Principal told me I couldn't leave, because the whole place was a "crime scene."
Ummmm, I don't think so.
The bus maybe, but not the Manteo campus.
And I don't think there was any legal reason I couldn't have put Youngest Hawthorne in my truck and left.

The chick standing, I liked.
(That's SandySpeak.)

Guys from Manteo High were sticking their heads out of the door and yelling,
"First Flight sucks BALLS!"

Chico-sita was yelling back at them.


So, Occifer DoNut came back to Chicka Chita and got right in her face.
Damn, I had the wrong camera.
I wish I had the one that didn't have the shutter delay, cause here's Occifer DoNut walking away, after telling Chick-a-Chick-a-Boom-Boom to cease and desist.
And he was using his finger, pointing at her chest.

She did use the f-word with abandon.

I kinda liked her.

All in all, what a fun morning.

I finally got to take Youngest Hawthorne back to school.

Right before I did, the Vice Principal called YH and the only TWO MOMS over. Then, he puts his right arm over other Mom's son, his left arm over MY SON, and the TWO MOMS are on the other side, and he asks the TWO SONS, "When did you use your cell phones to call your Mothers?"
They immediately reply, in unison, "When we got off the bus."
"Because," Asst. VP says, "that would be a violation of school policy to use a cell phone on the school bus."

HELLLOOOOOOO!!!
Somebody is FREAKIN' SMOKING POT ON THE DAMN BUS and the VP is giving my son crap about his CELL PHONE usage???????

With the TWO MOTHERS RIGHT THERE??????

I noticed then that my son had his right arm around Mr. Ass. VP's back, patting him.
At that point, I asked for a group hug.
And GOOD BYE!