You got lucky, you know. She's the only teacher that doesn't go into excessive detail because she still has faith in the youth with reading.

[ It's only a mild remark as Eames exchanges the floor for the edge of Yusuf's bed instead, resting his back. A strange thing to think about, Yusuf successfully completing his junior year, on to his last one in high school. Soon he'll be applying to universities, making new friends there, people who share his specific interests and stimulate him intellectually on a chemical level, something Eames can't even pretend to keep up with. ]