Sure, it all sounds good now, but think about what will happen in a few years. She comes home from school crying and you being the concerned parent that you are, ask what's wrong. She goes on to tell you about how she worked really hard on a class project. More than anyone in her class and was certain she'd earned an "A" for all her hard work only to be shocked when she received a "C" from her Prof. "But sweetheart, you were up to all hours working on that," you say in shock. "And I know how smart you are." "That's not even the worst part Dad," she says in between her tears. "Billy, the kid who is always asleep in the back of the classroom, HE got an 'A' and he didn't do anything but sleep in the back the whole time!" Indignant, craving justice, knowing your little screamer has been slighted, you demand to know which of her teachers would dare to snub your daughter and that's when all is made clear when she says "The head of the Archeology Department. Professor Rahool." Smiling, you hug little Omnigul's shoulder and tell her it'll be alright. "I'll call your Uncle Cayde. He'll have a little chat with Professor Rahool."