As I sifted through my email today, unsubscribing from Groupon, Domino’s Pizza, and DSW for the 37th time, I heard a ping on my phone. I glanced down and saw I was added to a group chat.
Let’s see…is it a bunch of moms from the PTA meeting last night? Uh oh, what did I volunteer for? Maybe it’s the 8th-grade dance committee.
Clearly, my choices are limited and telling.
Wait…the top of the text said APUSH…where have I heard that…APUSH…APUSH…APUSH.
Oh! AP United States History. That’s right, teenagers are “SO TIRED” they’ve given all their classes nicknames. APUSH, AP Psych, AP Calc, AP Bio, LIT.
Suddenly, “APUSH me OVER A CLIFF!” with a smiley emoji lit up the screen.
Now that’s funny, I thought. Oh good, it’s a fun group.
Maybe I signed up for updates for Cora’s history class?
After a few minutes, I realized I didn’t recognize anyone on the list UNTIL I saw Cora’s name float across the screen.
Uh Oh. It turns out I was inadvertently added to the APUSH study group text. What happened was this, back in middle school, when Cora was “the only one in the ENTIRE world” without a phone, her friends used my phone number to call her. So she was listed as: “Cora’s Mom” which of course was my phone number.
Cora told me as she was laughing about this with her friends at school, another long-time friend who used to call me “Cora’s Mom” said, “don’t delete that number, she’s a good resource!”
I love being “Cora’s Mom”.