It is about my grades in school. They have gotten worse.

It is about my grades in school. They have gotten worse.

I will ask around the house. I'm sure someone will be able to help you.

Oh, in both? I don't understand that.

What? But why? You always had such good grades!

But we'll find someone else who can help you with that.

In maths, yes. But the class teacher gave me a very bad grade in Borean. And in political state values.

I'll help you.

Have a word with your mother.

Mother said to ask you.

She can't take care of it from work.

You don't have to.

Father, listen! I need to talk to you!

Is that what's bothering you? It doesn't have to, Alex.

I need someone to tutor me in Borean, father.

Since your dismissal, I've been getting poorer grades.

But I need a good grade in the next exam! Otherwise I'll never get into university!

Me? Uh... well... no. Not exactly.

No. It's not that. The teachers just give me bad grades because you got fired!

Don't say that, Alex. You'll get it right!

I don't want to have to work in the mines later, father!

Well, and I just don't get the grammar. I'm too stupid for it.

Because a janitor's son can't be as much of an overachiever as a ministry official's kid.

Do you know Borean grammar well?

We'll work it out together.

If I were you, I would talk to your mother.