Emily's a genius. I've said it before and I'll say it again:
She's had the highest score in every class she's ever taken. She has a fabulous philosophy that if anyone else in a class is doing well, she must crush them with better scores.
She's been writing full length novels since she was eleven.
She made the highest possible score on the Language Arts portion of the college entrance exam when she had only just completed tenth grade. There's only one score you can make to be able to skip ENG 101 and she made it.
She's been taking an upper level Shakespeare class at the local community college and although we don't have her final grade yet, she's relatively certain she's made an A+. She's also the only student to have not missed a single class and to have turned in every assignment.
But unfortunately, with all that brilliance bouncing around in her noggin, she occasionally looses her mind and usually at the worst possible moment.
Yesterday, we went to the college to register her for next semester. Last semester, Emily had just taken the placement test and the counselor we saw was completely blown away by her scores and raved to us about how brilliant she is.
This time, we saw a different counselor, who had not seen Emily's scores and didn't even know that she had already taken the placement test. She only knew (after I told her) that Emily is a homeschooler who has already passed all the requirements for dual-enrollment. Side note here: for dual enrollment, the college requires a form signed by the student's high school principal, teacher, and parent. So I have to give them a form signed by me, me, and me. *snark*
The counselor, who doesn't know if Emily is smart or has social skills what with her being homeschooled and all, hands Emily some papers to fill out while she looks on the computer to find a history class that will fit our schedule.
Emily looks at me and says, "What's our phone number?" I tell her and she writes it down. To be fair, she hardly ever uses our home phone number. She does have all of our cell phone numbers memorized. I still have to stop and think for a moment to remember what our current home phone number is.
Then Emily can't remember her social security number and rather than dig out her ID to get it, she tries to read her social security number upside down off the papers the counselor is looking at.
Then she asks me what county we live in and I tell her. We move a lot and frankly all of us have trouble remembering what our current zip code is, much less what county we're in. But I'm aware at this point that the counselor might be wondering why Emily doesn't know basic information that most college students probably have memorized. I smile weakly at the counselor hoping we were past most of the items that Emily is suddenly having trouble recalling.
Then with a nervous laugh Emily looks at me and said, "Umm.....what year is it?"