During my first year as a student, I called my mother every day, telling her everything that happened, whether it was good or bad, she knew. My freshman year was the hardest academic year I have ever experienced, I cried and went home every week and every time I went home my mother was there praying and fasting over my behavior. He was there to remind me not to run away from my academics, but to face them with faith and passion. It wasn't an easy task, but with her motivating me, praying for me, and giving me encouraging words throughout the semester, nothing seemed