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Tate felt agitated. He was not looking forward to a conversation with Ma about his grades. Usually, Tate refused help from her when it came to homework, but sometimes when significantly behind in his work, he’d let her. The real reason he fought against her help was that he wanted to impress her. He didn’t want to let her down. Once home, Tate sat down with his mother, and as they looked over his grades and missing assignments, Tate felt hot blood pooling in his forehead and behind his eyes. He would often try and comfort his mother when it came to his grades. He’d say things like, “I got it under control,” or “my teacher hasn’t graded it yet.” He felt bad whenever he’d lie to her, but couldn’t help it. Tate had a problem. He sometimes wondered if he was a pathological liar. It came easy to him, always had. The semester was almost over, so Tate’s mother pushed harder than she usually would have given the time constraint. She pushed and pushed until he gave in. Eventually, Tate agreed to let her help. Finally, she said “I can’t always do this, you know. You’ve got to learn to discipline yourself in your work. I know it’s difficult, but you’ve got to put in the effort. Do you know anything I can do to help you gain motivation so that you can do your work on your own?” Tate didn’t know but said that he’d figure it out. She called BS, and so they brainstormed together. She suggested she could take away his phone and give it back to him once he got caught up. At first, Tate was hesitant about the idea, but gradually, as she does so well, his mother whittled him down until he resisted no longer. Although annoying, Tate knew his mother was right, and that this would ultimately help.