Plan Ahead

This one I heard from my Gov/History teacher yesterday. I'll do my best to get it right- I wasn't there, so don't expect exact quotes:) Let's set the scene:

When: A few years ago, soon after IA had been rated the #1 high school in the country by Newsweek
Where: The front office
Who: Mr. Majask, Ms. Arrola, the unidentified lady on the phone
Why: Who knows? It's IA, ok?
What:

The aforementioned people, along with one or two more teachers who Mr. Majask didn't mention, are in the office when the phone rings. Ms. Arrola picks it up, and it seems to be a prospective parent asking about the IA. She answers questions about the entrance requirements, like the test and the lottery. "Yes, your child has to pass the math placement test, and get into your district's lottery...Well that depends on the district you live in...No, each district has its own number of seats..." The lady on the phone asks about which district would be best to live in. Ms. Arrola again explains how the lottery works, and that the student has to enter the lottery in the district he or she goes to school in. "Wait, what grade is your child in?...OK, can I put you on hold for just a moment? Thank you." Ms. Arrola leans back against her chair in defeat. When asked what happened, she replies, "She is seven months pregnant."

And yes, for those of you who will ask, it was verified that that child was the one she wanted to go to IA. For a clever way to end the post, please see "Why," above.