This is fun.

My mother wants me to spend a week living as a student over half-term.
Yah know, when my birthday is. When I should be relaxing and just enjoying myself.
However, she spent some unknown time today hiding all the food.
Now, I'm being stubborn and refusing to play along. I'm not doing anything this week. My time. So I've assembled a small store of food she missed to last a couple days, or a week with rationing.
She thinks I'll cave.
She underestimates me.

I'm now going to be playing role of detective and survivalist.
I have to make two tubes of pringles, a multipack of minichedders, half a box of cereal, a tin of unidentified biscuits and two half full bottles of milkshake mix last a week. Milk for the milkshake won't be a problem, as I can sneak that easy.
I'm also going to hunt down where she has stored the food. This is my house. I spend more time here than anybody else. I can find this stuff.

The woman needs to learn that I am not the idiot she assumes.
That I will not bow to her rules so simply.
That I am in charge of my life and not her.

Now... to deductions and plans.