It was Thursday afternoon. He was home around 5pm. K was with him. I was chatting with them and he filled me in on how his tests were going. 14 tests, 9 subjects.
BRU. TAL. ZOMG.
He was late. I had had a “morning”. It was a crazy morning. I couldn’t sleep so I was up at 3am. My meetings started at 5:30am. At 7:16, I got a break on the Strat I was on, and got back online at 7:25 and very quickly, I thought, hmm, I haven’t heard G’s footsteps above me. I should have checked while I was on break but I was mentally recovering.
I had a “discussion” with J about this earlier in the school year about me coddling G and getting him up when he should have woken up himself, blah blah, but I was exhausted and texted J. Hoping that he would go do something so I didn’t have to put my meeting on hold.
I probably could have asked him a direct question but whatever. I’m scarred. G was literally out the door about 8 minutes later (7:40) and was running.
So as I was talking to G at 5pm, I asked him how late he was. He said, I was only 7 minutes! And he talked about how fairly easy the test was. How the nicest sub was giving the test. How she knew him and was so nice about things. It was a makeup test because the first AP was during his IB test. (The hoops the school had to jump through to make sure all the IB kids were able to take all the AP tests too, wow!) We chatted about a few other things and he took a shower (since he didn’t take one this morning – ha) and then left with Kaylie.
He begged and pleaded with me for us to not watch Survivor without him because he HAD to study for his last two tests the next day. But I knew that he wouldn’t bother coming home on time, and was completely busy on Friday and Saturday and I sort of just shrugged and said, we will try.
I was literally dying after my no sleep, forgetting my laptop at home after I got to the office, and actually drinking coffee to survive my 1-3pm afternoon meetings that Thursday afternoon. So J, Sam and I started watching the Survivor finale at 8pm.
G cruised home around 10pm.
We paused Survivor to chat with him.
J was asking him about the tests and how they went. I had already heard the answers and was sort of dreaming and exhausted so was just listening.
In the retelling, G admitted that he had not had his computer charger. He had left it in another classroom the day before.
I think we were all going… what? So J asked a few more questions.
G had to go to the front office to ask for the classroom to be unlocked. WHY he left his charger in there… ugh. But he was telling us this story and mentioned that he got a ride.
I’m sorry, what?
Apparently the custodian offered to give him a ride in his golf cart.
To go rescue him to get his charger – that he needed to keep his computer alive during his AP class.
We stared at him while we were all mentally considering this picture. G, in his pajamas (since he didn’t change before he left for school), chilling in the golf cart, being escorted around, and quick door delivery to his AP test.
I had to take a picture of his face while we were dying of laughter.
How does he have this kind of luck?
G proceeded to elaborate more. Once they got to the AP class, once the test is “on”, the door is locked. And the custodian was trying to figure out the keys, and on the 3rd or 4th try, the door opened to reveal “the nicest substitute teacher ever” who already knew him, saving him from a strict examiner. G was so funny, he wasn’t sure if the custodian had figured out the keys or if the substitute had opened the door from inside but it all magically worked out.
Did he need to provide his ID? No, he did not. She knew him. She welcomed him in and got him all situated.
During the break, G casually hung out outside and had to ask a classmate what the actual structure of the rest of the exam was, admitting he “didn’t know anything about it” and hadn’t studied.
“Is this the FIRST TIME you’ve been in the golf cart!?” asks J. “No, it’s happened a few times” hahaha
So lovely. He just gets by effortlessly on some things.
I say that and absolutely acknowledge the freaking HARD work he puts into other things and also when I’m not watching. Sometimes it just seems effortless.
J said at the end that he wasn’t sure if he should encourage this lifestyle because it leads to amazing stories, or tell him to stop because his luck is eventually going to run out? It’s a conundrum.
But it does make for an amazing story.
This is one I may want to remember for a future wedding toast.
