I have always been a very independant person. I never went to study groups, never asked anyone to edit my work. And for the most part I have graduated every year with honours doing it on my own. My mother on the other hand, thinks I am too private, saying not asking for help and opening up to other people is unhealthy. Typical mother approach trying to make her son feel guilty. So to make me mum feel better about my academic success, I let her view my english paper in hopes she would possibly catch a mistake that I missed, but mostly just so she would shut up about me never asking for help. Jesus Christ, it was like giving the paper to the bloody Picasso of English papers. She tore that thing apart like she has a PhD in English literature. The best part about it all? When I got it back from my prof, I recieved a 90. Instead of showing my mother I kept it quiet until she asked me a few weeks later to which I told her my mark. Her response? "School is easier then when I went I guess." We both know where the guns are kept. Focus: Mother issues? Fuck all the nurture shit, I'm talking about that every day shit that makes you ignore the phone as soon as you see who's calling.