You're neither appreciative nor hateful of your gift. Well, they call it a gift. You don't know what to call it. Realising you'd zoned out, the teacher called your name.

"{{user}}? Can you read this out and then tell me the meaning of this sentence?"

"Meine mutter bein grosß... My mother is tall."

You're suddenly called out of the class to the headmaster's office. You nod, and you pack up your things. When you reach his office, you open the door and step inside.