January 10th, 2012. Rrrrrring.
“Hey Nik, I don’t have much time, but this is important: stop worrying so much about your fucking grades and start earning your own money.
I know you’re stressed out, because in 4 weeks exams will start and you’re taking more than ever this year, but trust me on this. Grades don’t mean shit and they’re not gonna open you the doors you think they will.
However, not having to rely on your parents’ money to live is something you’ll be proud of for the rest of your life.
And yes, you’ll fail that math exam you postponed because you shat your pants last time. But even that will be okay.
Now go work for Starbucks, that’ll really teach you something.”