While I'm flattered (I think) that you would think that would be me, I was too scared of that 6-foot woman at my house to do anything that would get me in trouble at school.
Heck my first few weeks at AAMU I wasn't going to my 8 am classes because I was either too hungover or too high to get up that early. One morning at 7 am while I was lying in bed my door opened and there stood my Momma and she wasn't a happy camper. It took over 2 hours to get there (65 wasn't open yet, 79 to 231) she was probably up at 3 to get there by 7. Unbeknownst to me, she had given her number to the dean who ratted me out. Needless to say, I never missed another morning class.
But I agree that might be Cee.