“Mom,” he said on Wednesday when I called to make sure our 16-year-old was home safely, “you’re going to be sooooo mad at me.”
My heart skipped a beat. “What happened?”
“Well, my APUSH teacher doesn’t believe in giving an exam after you take the AP Test, so…”
Oh no.
“…he always gives it early, and….”
Not again.
“I forgot. It was on Monday.”
All those high school stress dreams flashed through my head. Showing up on exam day having not studied. Never having shown up to class. Can’t find the classroom. Wearing only underwear. “You forgot an exam?”
Seriously?
“It was fine.”
“Fine?!”
“I got an A.”
His brother, hearing the story later, looked at him like he had two heads. And horns. “You forgot you had an exam? How does that happen?”
Apparently, this teenager missed the memo about his “anxiety-ridden” generation… oh, yeah, the one about the exam too.
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