Chronicles of a boring College life: Part 1

Driing! driing!! driing!!!, the phone rang.
‘Go pick up the phone, Patrick’ Mrs. Arthur, Patrick's mom, a church deaconess said. ‘Oh! it's my sister, I hope she's bringing good news, oh! God let it be good news please oh! God please’ said Albert. He picked it up and it was a news of joy. Albert has aced his SAT. Waiting for Daptech to open up their admission web portal so he could input his scores. He was damn sure Daptech’s gonna offer him admission. Had he trusted himself to ace his SATs, he'd have chosen MIT or Harvard. But all thanks, at least he's not gonna end up like 70% of his high school classmates who doesn't have the dream of attending college not to talk of graduating. Even 20% of his classmates at his prime year in high school dropped out some to play street football, some to learn some goddamn hand work while some, to hustle out cash was their main priority coz school looks like a waste of time owing to the increasing level of unemployment then.
‘I’m very happy for you son, you've made me so proud, God will reward you with excellent grades when you get to college in Jesus name. You've got to show this to your dad once he's back from work this evening’. ‘Sure mom, what do you expect. He's gonna be so proud of me especially in my maths’, Patrick who has a perfect score in maths said.
Its 8:45pm the car honked and Patrick opened the gate for his father.
Fast forward to the dinner table. ‘Dear, we waited for you till now, what kept you waiting, the latest you've ever came back is 8:00pm so what's the matter?’
Mrs Arthur asked. ‘Didn't you hear Mr. President came to the city centre this evening so there was terrific traffic, but nevertheless, am sorry for coming late’ said Mr. Arthur
‘Oh! that's true, but still, our next door neighbor came in earlier. Well, that's not the issue right now, the issue is…’ sips orange juice. ‘So what's the issue baby?’ Clears throat… ‘The issue is (turns to Patrick), son! show your dad what you've got’. ‘Dad check this out’ (hands over the hardcopy of his SAT score to his dad’. ‘Get me my glasses please’, Mr. Arthur said. (Patrick hands over his dad's glasses). Oh! SAT score result?, let's see what you've got this time. Geez! Man, you aced it. Damn! take a look at that maths, a perfect score. You've taken your father's trait. You're never a bastard. Congrats son!!