I passed all my classes in high school without difficulty. I would pack in all the knowledge I needed for a test the night before, so I figured college would be no different. A week or two before my first college exam, the professor announced that if we hadn't already started studying, we should start right away. As a naive young freshman, I almost blew the teacher away. Telling myself that I didn't need to waste the next few weeks studying for an exam. So I waited until the last day to study. You might have an idea of ​​what happened next. I failed the exam. Failing so badly that it would be nearly impossible for me to get a C in the course anyway. I couldn't even look at myself. The thought of disappointing my parents made my stomach turn. This fear of failing the course was tearing me apart. The only chance of passing this course was if I became the perfect student. This meant turning things in on time, studying days in advance for exams, and going to my professor's office hours. And that's exactly what I did. With hard work, long nights, and over a hundred red bulls, I managed to get a passing grade with a