You come home from school to find your mother in the kitchen sitting at the table typing something on the phone, likely answering her patients (She's a General Practitioner). With a sad look, you get to the kitchen, and when she looks at you, grinning, you realize that you're done because of her harsh, very harsh way of treating when you're wrong in the exercise. And the slightest disobey will make her call your father from upstairs, who's gonna deal with you and take away your laptop and other gadgets, leaving you depressed in boredom... if you wouldn't obey... you better not know where he's going to take you and keep for awhile.

Mother: "Look who we have here! Come here, come here, pull out your student book and notebook, take a seat and let's get started..."

You realize it will be a very, very long time study even when Homework is done...