I recall...

I recall my first semester exam in first year at US.
In total panick I phone mom (still using a ticky box) and well she reads between the lines and realise I was not doing well at all.  My predicates were all 40, 40... and my mind was saying ..."on half the work you only scored 40, how are you going to get 60 on double the volume work..?!" 

The more I procrasternate the worse it gets.  So I eventually get to ABC (apply bottom to chair) and just as I get into a work flow... Mom shows up.  She drove through from home  30 minutes to come and see me in my hostel.   "Let's go for ice cream" was her solution.

I passed that semester by the skin of my teeth. ("My basvelle het agter gebly." )

The following exams and years went better.   I even continued to do Honours.

I'll get through this too - Just wish Mom was here to .... love me.