Happy Birthday, Miss Bendistis!

Happy Birthday, Miss Bendistis!  But what made you think that such an auspicious occasion would give you the right to use a cell phone in the theater of Georgetown Middle School?

Sure, you could argue that it was Matt Rogers' idea; he did, after all, write the script for the Friday announcements, which required you to break school rules in the first place.  You could also blame Rebecca Wilson; she, of course, directed the scene, and encouraged you not to put it in your jeans pocket.  But in the end, it was surely you, yourself, who proved your guilt, by trying to hide the cell phone behind your script.  As Shakespeare might have written, "Madame, how like you this play?"  And, of course, the logical response would have to be something like: "The lady doth protest too much, methinks."

All kidding aside, Miss Bendistis, you were wise to use Matt Rogers' cell phone, instead of your own.  When Alyson Tober tells Mr. Williams, and he traces the calls you made within the building, it's Matt's phone, not your own, that he will seize.  Having Jack text Mr. Turssline on Matt's phone, guarantees that it will be he, and not you, who will spend the next twenty days on social probation!