I yawned as I walked up the steps to school, and went into math class. I let my head hit the table, this was the time of day were I was pretty much just half awake, and half asleep. Today was Kenya's first day as day kindergarten. She was only four, but her birthday was coming up soon, and she was very smart for her age. I opened my math book, and used the soft papery pages as a pillow. It wasn't that comfortable, but hey, it was better than a bare desk!

I only woke up, when the teacher slapped her ruler down on my desk, causing me to jump up in surprise, and since I didn't really know where I was, I just shouted the first thing that came to my mind, "AMEN!"

The class erupted into laughter, and I sulked down in my seat, my cheeks turning a light shade of pink. The teacher ranted for a few minutes, before sending my to the principle office, which I pretty much went to twice a week.

I walked into the secretaries office, her name was Julie, she was in her early twenties and pretty cool. She had a nose ring, and three pairs of ear rings, two on her lobe, one on the top. In short, she was the only 'teacher' here that had a lick of since.

"Hey Julie." I said.

She smiled, "Hey Justin, what did you do today pray tell?"

"Fell asleep in class." I said, shrugging.

"Bet the class loved that." She said, smiling.

"They had themselves a good laugh, and now I'm gonna get a good detention." I said, groaning.

"Hey, what's the worst he can do, expel you?" She asked.

I smiled, "Good point."

Julie nodded to the Principles door, "He's not busy, go on in."

I nodded, and walked into his office, and sat down saying, "Hey Charlie, what up?"

He gave me a look, "It's Mr. Cole to you."

I shrugged, "Fine."

"So, what happened today?" He asked.

"I fell asleep in class, and when the teacher woke me up, I shouted the first thing that came to my mind." I said.

"Oh boy, and what was that?" He asked, putting his face in his hands. He obviously thought I must have said something really bad, like dropped the F bomb, which I have done before.

"Amen." I said.

He was silent for a long time, until he couldn't help it, and started laughing. I laughed with him, and pretty son, we were both crying from laughing so hard. Finally, he cleared his throat, wiped his eyes, and said, "Alright I'll let you off the hook this once, just because that was pretty dang funny."

I nodded in thanks, and got up, leaving.

ONE SCHOOL DAY LATER:

I walked in, tossing my back pack in my room, and walked downstairs and sat down on the couch next to Dad.

"Your Mom's at work, so is Dicky boy, Tim is out on patrol, and Damian and Kendra are around here somewhere." He said, shrugging.

I nodded, and said, "I got sent to the principle today."

"Really?" Dad asked, perking up, "Why?" This happened very often at school, getting sent to the principle. Mom didn't like it usually, but Dad didn't mind. Mostly because it was funny to him, like the time I put a dead rat in my Biology teacher's desk.

"I fell asleep in class, and when the teacher woke me up by slapping her ruler on my desk, I jumped up, and because I didn't really know where I was, I just shouted amen." I said, shrugging.

Dad laughed, "What did the principle do?"

"Laughed, and let me off the hook because apparently that brightened his day." I said.

"I wish my principle had been cool like yours." He said, "Mine had no since of humor."

"Really?" I asked.

"I snuck into the school once, and took some paint cans, and then wrote on the Gym wall-" He suddenly stopped, and looked behind me. I turned, Dick was there, giving Dad a warning glare. He turned back to me, "Uh...I wrote... math is rad!"

Dick nodded, satisfied, and walked off. "What did you really write?" I asked. Dad whispered it in my ear, and I laughed, "Dad, they should have expelled you! The elementary kids share the gym with the middle schoolers. I guarantee you, a bunch of eight and nine year olds went home and asked their parents what that meant."

"Can you picture the look on their faces?" Dad asked a wicked grin on his face.

"Yeah!" I said, laughing. "I can."

"That is so juvenile; I can't begin to describe it." Damian said, walking into the room, and grabbing a book from the book shelf, and then walking away.

"Party pooper!" I called after him.

"Juvenile!" Was his only come back as he walked away.

Mom walked in, got off early from work most likely, and said, "Hey guys, anything interesting happen today?"

I told her about the falling asleep in class thing, and she laughed too. Tim, who came in a few minutes later, saw us all on the floor, laughing. "Do I even wanna know?"

I told him in between laughing fits, and he walked away, laughing out loud, probably going off to tell Alfred or Dick, maybe even tweet about it.

Ha! Amen. That has happened at my school before... yeah I'm the one who did it. My teacher didn't send me to the principles office though. She did spend the class, which was like, twentey minutes, laughing her butt off.