This was our routine almost every school night: Erin makes an impossibly long to do list of all her homework, then works until she can't possibly keep her eyes open anymore, and eventually succumbs to taking a "nap". Sometimes that really was a nap and she'd get back up for another few hours of work, and sometimes her naps were code for "Yeah, I'm just going to bed now."
And since I was almost always playing the role of alarm clock, that decision often was left to me. How hard am I going to try to wake up this sixteen year old girl who really really needs to sleep and really doesn't at all need to fill out a Spanish vocab worksheet?
It was always hard coaching Erin through her immense academic workload.
"No, I don't think that this is contributing to your life in (almost) any way."
"Yes, it is still important to do it."
"Why? Well, because if you don't do well then you'll be discriminated against for the rest of your life. And eventually you might want to do something in life that requires having performed well within the status quo standards of excellence."
"Yes, that is very abstract."
And then, eventually.
"Ok, enough philosophizing. You really just need to do your Algebra Two homework now."