Well, the promised phone call from my mom did come. It went a little something like this:

"How's it going?"
"ACS is really hard. I got another test back, and I'm not sure I can pass the class."
"You should work harder."
"I DO try hard. I'm just bad at it. That's about the meanest thing you could've said. "You don't try!"
"I said work harder, not that you don't try."
"Big difference."
"Look, I didn't call you up to fight with you, I wanted to tell you how the funeral went."
"How'd it go?"
"It went fine."
"That's good."
"It's snowing here."
"Here too."
"Well it snowed a lot more here."
"Well you don't have to walk around in it."
"Bye."
"Bye."