"Hey, Mr. P., check it out. I'm ballin'," a girl says as she walks into class. She lifts her sweatshirt to reveal three cell phones attached to her belt. She laughs.
"Wait, what does that mean?" I ask.
"Oh, these are just other people's. They asked me to hang onto them."
"Yeah, but what did you say? Ballin'?"
"Yeah. Ballin'. You know, rollin'. I've got it goin' on."
"Oh." Got that?