Not too long ago, I decided to pay my elder sister a visit. I didn’t tell her I was coming since I wanted it to be a surprise.
When I got to her home, I knocked on the door. Her younger son asked from within, “Who is there?”
I made my voice deep and spoke like a man, “Is that James?”
In my first and second year at the university, I didn’t do very well, academically. I didn’t have carryovers, quite alright, which was, of course, a reason to be thankful, but my grades were what you would call less than admirable, at a glance. To the best of my knowledge, the way I best knew how, I had put in my all, so, the poor results were a huge disappointment and quite the blow to my morale. I had wondered how I could possibly do better, or put in more work…