My heartstrings are plucked

Last night's student call was a bundle of emotions. Casey got started with me and then moved homes so fast that she missed the packet work I sent her. That had me a little cross, but then we talked a little more. She's supporting herself, her boyfriend and their daughter by working 12 hour shifts in a car parts factory. She's turning 22 in July, so if she doesn't pass everything by the end of the semester, we cannot place her in any more classes. Her mother has nothing to do with her. I promised to do everything in my power to help her through this class. It'll be a major challenge.