After work and school, the Gilmore Two are cramming for Rory's test. There is a fire. Lots of concentration. Some pacing on the part of the younger Gilmore. Late-night cramming snacks are being eaten. Comfortable clothes are being worn. Lorelai quizzes her daughter about The Comedy of Errors. Rory gets the answers wrong. The next question covers Richard III but this time, when Rory answers incorrectly, Lorelai makes this really annoying buzzer sound. We fade into more studying as Mom brings Daughter warm cups of soothing tea. They've moved on to Shakespeare's sonnets. Rory aces the sonnets. Lorelai: "Rock on, sister! How do you feel?" Even the "rock on, sister" doesn't seem out of place. I am in a parallel universe. Rory feels nauseous from the fries and horseradish sauce. Lorelai dispenses more encouragement and then wants to call it a night. Rory decides to stay up and continue to study. The house is littered with paper and food containers. Lorelai decides to stay up, too. You all know how long that's going to last. Exactly. Cut to Rory yawning and still reading. You can hear crickets in the background and they don't even sound cheesy. Rory decides to stretch her legs and finds her mother asleep on the couch; she covers her in a blanket and goes back to the studying. Fade into Lorelai waking up with the blanket, walking into the kitchen, where Rory is asleep on the table, covering both of them up, and falling asleep herself.
The next morning, both Gilmores are still sleeping. Birds are chirping now. Ohmigod! They're still sleeping. Dogs are barking. "No!" Rory screams and wakes up her mother who's got an obvious crick in her neck. "No!" Rory screams again. "I'm late! I'm late! I woke up late!" There is rushing around and rumbling in the other room. "Get up! Get up!" Rory screams. Lorelai cracks that she can't get up because she's been sleeping at a right angle all night. "I've missed my bus!" Rory exclaims. Books get shoved into bags and a kilt gets pulled on over Rory's jogging pants. "Let's go right now!"Rory begs. Except Lorelai can't take Rory to school because she's got a meeting at the Inn. The keys and cell phone are handed to Rory, who's off to the races. I remember missing the bus when I was in high school. I'd end up having to take public transit for almost two hours. I hate the public transit in the town where I grew up. "Efficient" was not the word to describe the bus route: long, rambling, archaic, impossible, and monotonous -- now those are good words. Wait, are we talking about me? Right. "Good Luck!" Lorelai screams as Rory slams the front door and is on her way to Chilton. Not only did it suck when I missed the bus because I had to take public transit, but I was afraid to drive, so I didn't get my license until I was almost nineteen. At least Rory's got something to cling to in a desperate moment. At least she can drive herself to school.