Don't Count Your Chickens Before They're Hatched

I think that is the right saying for the story I'm about to tell.
I haven't told any funny client stories lately. Maybe I'm losing my touch. Anyway, this is what happened on Tuesday. My client is 14. I see him Tuesday's 15 minutes after he gets home from school. Monday was a holiday.
Me: Knock, knock on the door.
Client opens door looking dazed in sweatpants: Is it Tuesday?
Me: Yep. Were you sleeping?
Client: No. I was watching a movie.
Me: Did you go to school today?
Client: No, I'm suspended until Thursday.
Me: Stunned Silence. (which is very therapeutic, I'm sure)
Client: Let me go get changed. Closes door.
Me in like 2.5 seconds flat. All internal dialogue and very loud, thus the all caps: I CAN'T BELIEVE HE GOT SUSPENDED. HE FOUGHT THAT KID WHO HAS BEEN SPREADING RUMORS ABOUT HIM. WE HAVE TALKED FOR THREE WEEKS. THREE WEEKS. ABOUT HOW THIS IS NOT A GOOD IDEA. I CANNOT BELIEVE HE DID THIS. I GIVE UP. WHY DO I EVEN DO THIS JOB. UGGGHHHH.
Door opens and out walks Mom.
Me (in a very calm, professional voice): So, he got suspended...
Mom: Yeah, he had too many tardies and missed the Saturday school, which is an automatic two day suspension.
Me: Internal sigh.

:)

But, really, I'll never understand a school's logic. A kid can't get to class on time, so we're going to suspend him for two days! That'll teach him. Maybe we should make the kid come to school two hours early. Or have him escorted from class to class. But no, instead we send him home to sleep in and watch movies all day. Great idea! When I was in high school, it didn't matter what class you were late to, after so many tardies, they took away your parking permit. I mean, it makes sense if you're late to school every day. But what does driving have to do with being tardy to 3rd period?