I was in a class and people were presenting topics around food. The presentations were basic enough so that I would not be concerned about not having prepared my presentation. It was a bit like a foreign language class where the most important thing is not the topic or the content of the presentation, but the fact that you get up there and present.
In my mind I had chosen beetroots and I was mentally rehearsing how to speak about them and what to say (I particularly remember this): you could use them in salads or in kebabs, they were particularly good with yoghurt, and they would stain your stools and urine.
I then realised that I didn't know why they had that particular red-blueish color, and that was pretty important for my presentation, so I took out my phone and asked ChatGPT. Phrases started forming on the screen stating that the reason they had that color was because of folic acid, and this substance was particularly important for pregnant and menstruating women.
I put away my phone and my turn came up. I walk up to my teacher's desk, but she told me it wasn't necessary for me to present. I thought this was because she knew I would do a good job, and thus was exempting me from the presentation.
She then asked me when I would bring my mother to class. Oh crap I forgot! When do the classes end? On the twenty something of December. So how many classes do I have left? Tomorrow Friday, or on Monday, the teacher said.
"Your mother has been calling me" she said. "Oh you shouldn't answer the phone", I answered. She sighed, as if she were tired of it. "I'm guessing you are regretting having called her in the first place", I said. "Yes" she said. Though this was the answer I expected, I was disappointed at hearing it.
From the situation I understood I had gotten into trouble at school for not performing at my teacher's expectations (thinking that I was smart but lazy) and that when my teacher got into touch with my parents, they not only understood my poor performance but they pitied me.