I left my school books at the end of the desk, just like all the students in my class had done. My father was home on vacation that particular day and asked me where my books were. I replied that they were in my school desk. That response led to a ten-minute lecture about how I would never leave my books at school again. He told me I would never succeed if I didn't take school seriously. This was the only motivational speech I received while I was in school. That conversation still affects me today. I bring to class all the books I need to purchase at the beginning of each term. I purchase my books the moment I find out what books I need for that quarter. I have always tried to excel in every course I have taken because of that conversation. My father's intervention made me angry at the time; however, over time it made me reevaluate my approach to school. Yes, it was hard to bring all those books home every day after school, especially in high school, but that was mine