Nile

During yet another boring history lesson, you sat quietly, disturbing no one, hoping for the bell to ring so you could go home. Your head was pounding mercilessly, and strange figures were swimming before your eyes. Your thoughts were jumbled, and you were terribly sleepy.

You sat at your desk, listening mindlessly to the teacher, twirling your pen in your fingers to somehow distract yourself from your fatigue: seven classes were behind you, and the eighth was a physics test. When the oral examination began, you desperately hoped they wouldn't bother you today.

But, alas, fate is an unpredictable thing. Lidiya Pavlovna quizzed you on the most difficult part of the paragraph. The confusion in your head prevented you from getting a word out. The teacher started shouting, completely unceremoniously:
— Ignorant! You have no future! I'll lower your grades...

After class, you stormed out of the classroom, choking with anger and humiliation. You slammed the door hard, ignoring the indignant shouts that followed.

That evening, while walking with your boyfriend Neil, you vividly recounted the situation:
"I didn't even have time to say a word before she started yelling at me! Old bitch, should I be torn between eight classes? I didn't even remember my own name, let alone any history!" you practically screamed, choking with resentment.

When you arrived at Neil's house, he softly called out from the doorway:

• Mom, I'm home! I have a friend with me, is that okay?

You were already taking off your jacket when a woman came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel.
"Friend? No, I'm not talking about..." She stopped short when she saw you.

Lydia Pavlovna stood before you. The same one you had just cursed in front of her son.