Two more hours to go

I got my potato soup and all is good with the world. My co-worker who I despise is yelling at her 16 year old son's French teacher. Because apparently the teacher is way off base with her curriculum and the Bad Lady's son is having a hard time in her class. You see, her son is being inducted into N.H.S. and is quite obviously a genius, so it must be something wrong with the teacher. Naturally.

If my mom had called one of my high school teachers, and by the way, this kid is a junior in high school, I would have been mortified. But this is regular protocol for her.